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IV. Timon of ATHENS, a Tragedy.
V. The Comedy of Ennos.
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II The Life of King Hinzy V.
VI. AMIDsUMMER Nour” 's Dara, a Comedy.
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It is no pamper'd Glutton we preſent,
Nor aged Counſellor to youthful Sin;
But one, whoſe Virtue ſhone above the reſt,
A valiant Martyr, and a virtuous Peer,
In whoſe true Faith and Loyalty expreft
Unto his Sovereign, and his Country'sWeal:
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Herbert, with Gough his Man. 2
1000 Powis, with Owen, and Davy, his Men.
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The Mayor of Hereford, and Sheriff of TOS
with Bailiffs and Servants.
Two Judges of Aſſize.
The Biſhop of Rechefter, and Clun his Sumner,
Sir John the Parſon of er and DE his Concubins,
The Duke of Suffolk. |
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Lord Grey. 4
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Enter Sheriff, rad Herbert, Lord Pei 1
Owen, Bailiff, Gough, 1 Davy. 4 4
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Pen MAY Lords, I charge ye in his Highnef's
Name to keep che Peace, you and
pvyour Followers.
. Her, Good Maſter Sheri, look. ante
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Pow, Do- ſos for we Abe other Bu-
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Sher. Win 1 ye died the Judges, and the Aſſize t
| Hear the Kin 77 8 Proclamation, ye were *
Pau. Hold then let's hear it. 41.
Her. But be brief, ye were beſt. ns 9. ee
Bail. O yes.
Da. Goſſone, make Thorter 5 or den mar your
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[Helter Stelter again.
Sher. Hold, in the King's Name, hold.
DO ven. Down with a Knave' s Name, down. ;
iP [the Fight the Bailiff is knock'd down, and the Ser
and the others run away. ©
"Her. Powis, I think thy Welſh and thou * art.
Pow. Herbert, I think my Sword came near thy Heart.
Her. Thy Heart's beſt Blood ſhall pay the loſs of mine,
Gough, A Herbert, a Herbert. 5
Dax. A Powis, a Powrs, -,
"i wy are being. Enter the Mayer 9 of Hereford, bis
one. and Townſmen with Chute. :
My Lords, as you are Liegemen to the Crowny
PF. XS and View to Tie" Ls
Attend his Highnefs's Proclamation, * _ £1
Commanded by the Judges of Aſize, 5 1
For keeping Peace at this Aſſembly:
Her. Good Mafter Mayor of Hereford, be brief.
. Serjeant, without the Ceremonies of O yes,
es ofa aloud the Proclamation, .
Ser. The King's Juſtices perceiving what publick Miſ-
chief may enſue this private Quarrel 7 in his Majeſty's
Name, do ſtraitly charge and command all Perſons, of
what Degree ſoever, to depart this City of Hereford, ex-
| cept ſuch as are bound to give Attendance at this Aflize,
and that no Man preſume to wear any Weapon, _
ally Welſh-Hooks, - Fopeſt-Bills,. |
Ones. Haw f No pill nor Wells hoog ? ha?
May. Peace, and hear the Proclamation
Ser. And that the Lord Pois do preſently diſperſe and
diſcharge his Retinue, and depart _— City in the King'i Y 42
Peace, he and his Followers; on pain of Impriſonment.
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Da. Haw ? pud her Lord Pocois in Priſon? A Poxvis,
2 Powis. Coſſoon, her will live and tye with * .
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5 this Fight the Lord Herbert is wounded, and falls to
the Ground, the Mayor and his Company cry for Clubs:
Powis ruxs away, Gough and Herbert's Faction are
buly about him. Enter the two Tudges, the —_
and his Bailiffs afore them, &c
1 Jud. Where's the Lord Herbert? 15 he hurt or lain.
oh: He's here, my Lord. |
2 Jud. How fares his Lordſhip, Friends?
Gab. Mortally wounded, erg he cannot live.
1 7 15 Convey him hence, not his Wounds take-
And get him dreſt with Expedition.
[Exit L. Herbert and Sougk.
Maſter Mayor of Hereford, Maſter Sheriff o' th' Shire,
Commit Lord Poris to ſafe Cuſtody,
To anſwer the Diſturbance of the ace:
Lord Herbert's Peril, and his high Contempt:
Of us, and you the King s Commiſſioners,
See it be done with Care and Diligence.
* Sher. Pleaſe it your Lordſhip, my Lord Poxvuis is gone,
paſt all Recovery.
2 Jud. Yet let ſearch be made,. CIs 4
To apprehend his Followers that are left. N ;
Sher. There are ſome of them: Sirs, lay hold of them.
Oren, Of us? and why? what has her done, I pray
ou? |
: - Sher, Difarm them, Bailiffs.
May. Officers aſſiſt.
Dav. Here you, Lord Shudge, what reſſon for this?;
Oxwen, Coſſoon, pe puſe for fighting for our Lord ?:
1 Jud. Away with them.
Dav. Harg you, my Lord.
Owen. Gough myLord Herbert's Man's a ſhittenKnave..
Daw. Ice live and tye in good Quarrel.
| Owen. Pray you do ſhuſtice, let awl be Priſon,
Lord Siu „ ety.
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Dav. Her Cozen ap Rice, ap Evan, ap Morice, ap
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K. ap Day, ap Owrs, ap Shinkin Shones,
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2 Jud. Two of the moſt ſufficient are ehow;.
__ . Sher. And't pleaſe your Lordſhip theſe are all but one;
f 1 Jad. To Goal with them and the Lord Herbert's Men
We'll talk with them, when the Aſſize is done. [ZExeunt,
Riotous, audacious, and unruly Grooms, _
' Muſt we be forced. to come from the Bench,
"To. quiet Brawls, which every Conftable
In other civil Places can ſuppreſs ? |
2 Juul. What was the Quarrel that caus'd all this flir >
* Sher. About Religion, as I heard, my Lord.
Lord Powis's detracted from the Power of Rome,
Aflirming W7c4/;F's Doctrine to be true, _ -
And Rome's Erroneous: Hot Reply was made
By the Lord Herbert, They were Traitors all
That would maintain it. Pomyis anſwer'd,
They were as true, as noble, and as wiſe,
As he, that would defend it with their Lives.
He nam'd, for inſtance, Sir Fobn Oldcaftle,
The Lord Cobham : Herbert reply'd, again, 8 N
He, thou, and all are Traitors that RE:
The Lye was giv'n, the ſeveral Factions drawn,
And ſo enrag'd, that we could not appeaſe it.
1 Jud. This Caſe concerns the King's Prerogative,,
And tis dangerous to the State and Commonwealth, _
Gentlemen, Juſtices, Maſter Mayor, and Maſter Sheriff,
It doth behove us all, and each of uns
In. general and particular, te have care,
For the ſupreſſing of all Mutinies, _ .
And all Aſſemblies, except Soldiers Muſters,
For the King's Preparation into France. >
We hear of ſecret Conventicles made,
And there is doubt of ſome Conſpiracies,
Which may break out into rebellious Arms
When the King's gone, perchance before he go :
Note as an inſtance, this one perilous Fray,
What Factiens might have grown on either part,
To the Deſtruction of the King and Realm:
Yet, in my Conſcience, Sir John Oldcaſile's
Innocent of it, only his Name was us de.
We therefore from his Highneſs give this Charge:
You Maſter Mayor, look to your Citizens;
'You Maſter Sheriff, -unto-your Shire ; and you -
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As ſuſtices in every one's Precin&
There be no Meetings, When the vulgar Sort
Sit on their Ale-Bench, with their Cups and Cans,
Matters of State be not their common Talle,
Nor pure Religion by their Lips prophan'd,
And there examine further of this Fray. 721
Enter a Bailiff and a Serjeant,
Sher. Sirs, have ye taken the Lord Poww/s yet?
Bail. No, nor heard of him .
Ser. No, he's gone far enough. |
2 Fad. They that are left behind ſhall an all.
; TY 25 Exeunt.,-
Entes the Duke Suffolk, Biſbop of Rocheſter, Maſler
Butler, Sir John the Parſon of Wrotham,
Suf. Now, my Lord Biſhop, take free Liberty
To ſpeak your Mind; what is your Suit to us? _
Ne My noble Lord, no more than what yen
now, 7 :
And have been oftentimes inveſted with : a
Grievous Complaints have paſs d between the Lips
Of envious Perſons to upbraid the Clergy,
Some carping at the Livings which we have,
And others ſpurning at the Ceremonies
That are of ancient Cuſtom in the Church.
Amongſt the which, Lord Cobham is a Chief:
What Inconvenience may proceed hereof,
Both to the King, and to the Commonwealth,
May eafily be diicern'd, when like a Frenſy
This Innovation ſhall poſſeſs their Minds.
Theſe Upſtarts will have Followers to uphold
Their damn'd Opinion, more than Harry ſhall
'To undergo thy co. gainſt the French. 122
Suf. What Proof is there againſt them to be had,
That what you ſay the Law may juſtiſ 77
Noch. They give themſelves the Name of Proteſtants, -
And meet in Fields and ſolitary Groves, .
Sir J., Was ever heard, my Lord, the like till now ?-
That Thieves and Rebels, sblood Heretiche.
Plain Hereticks, I Il Rand to't to their Jeeth,
honig have, to colour their vile Practizes,
A Title of ſuch Worth, as Proteſtant?
A 5 Fate
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The. Hiſtory of
25 Enter one with a Letter,
Sub. O but you muſt not ſwear, it ill becomes
One of your Coat, to rap out bloody Oaths. |
Roch. Pardon him, good my Lord, it is his Zeal.
An honeſt Country-Prelate, who laments *
Jo ſee ſuch foul Diſorder in the Church.
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Sir F. There's one, they call him Sir Fohn Oldcaftle,
He has not his Name for nought: For, like a Calle,
_ Doth he encompaſs them within his Walls.
But, *till that Caſtle be ſubverted quite,
We ne'er thall be at Quiet in the Realm. |
Roch. This is our Suit, my Lord, that he be ta en
And brought in Queſtion for his Hereſy :
Beſide, two Letters brought me out of Wales,
Wherein my Lord of Hertford writes to me,
What Tumult and Sedition was begun, |
About the Lord Cobham, at th'Aſſizes there ;
For they had much ado to calm the Rage :
And that the valiant Herbert is there ſlain.
Suf. A Fire that mult be quench'd. Well, ſay no more;
The King anon goes to the Council. Chamber,
There to debate of Matters touching France;
As he doth paſs by, T'll inform his Grace
Concerning your Petition. Maſter Butler,
I 1 forget, do you remember me.
But. I will, my Lord. | |
Roch. Not as a Recompence,
But as a Token of our Love to you, [Offers him a Purſe
By me, my Lords, the Clergy doth preſent |
This Purſe, and in it full a "Thouſand Angels,
Praying your Lordſhip to accept their Gift.
S.. 1 thank them, my Lord Biſhop, for their Love,
But will not take their Money; if you pleaſe
To giye it to this Gentleman, you may.
Roch. Sir, then we crave your Furtherance herein.
But. The beſt I can, my Lord of Rocheſter.
Roch. Nay, pray take it; truſt me, you ſhall.
Sir J. Were ye all three upon Nexw-Marker- Heath,
Ve ſhould not need to firain Court'ſy who ſhould ha's,
Sig. Fobn would quickly rid ye of that Care. |
T5 TO coming: 8 nor, my Lord,
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The very firſt Thing I will break with him
Shall be about your Matter. 3
Enter the King, and Earl of Huntington in Tall.
King. My Lord of Suffolk, | f
Was it not ſaid the Clergy did reſuſe
To lend us Money toward our Wars in France?
Suf. It was, my Lord, but very wrongfully. *
King. I know it was: For Huntington here tells me,
They have been very bountiful of late. 8
Suf. And ſtill they vow, my gracious Lord, to be ſog,
Hoping.your Majeſty will think on them
As of your loving Subjects, and ſuppreſs
All ſuch malicious Errors as begin | |
To ſpot their Calling, and diſturb the Church. 7
King, God elſe forbid : why, Suffo/4,
Is there. any new Rupture to diſquiet them?
Suf. No new, my Lord, the old is great enough,
And fo increaſing, as if not cut down, as”
Will breed a Scandal to your Royal State,
* And ſet your Kingdom quickly in an Uproar.
| The Kentiſb Knight, Lord Cobham, in Deſpight - I
Of any Law, or Spiritual Diſcipline, b JF
Maintains this upſtart new Religion ſtill, :
And divers great Aſſemblies, by his Means, |
And private Quarrels are commenc'd abroad; |
As by this Letter more at large, my Liege, is made ap-
King. We do find it here, [parent. .
There was in Wales a certain Fray of late
Between two Noblemen. But, what of this?
Follows it ſtraight Lord Cobham muſt be he |
Did cauſe the ſame? I dare be ſworn, good Knight,
He-never:dream'd of any ſuch Contention.
Koch. But in his Name the Quarrel did begin,
About the Opinion which he. held, my Liege.
King, What if it did? was either he in Place:
To take Part with them? or abett them in it?
If brabling Fellows, whoſe enkindled Blood
Seeths in their fiery Veins, will needs go fight,” .
Making their Quarrels of. ſome Words that -paſs'd i
- FEither'of you, or you, among their Cups,
Iz the Fault yours 7 or, are they guilty + 7 oY |
S. Wich Pardon of your Highneſs, my dread Lord,
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Zach little Sparks neglected, may, in Time,
Grow to 2 mighty flame : But that's not all,
He doth, beſide, maintain a ſtrange 85 :
And will not be compell'd to come to Maſs, ©
Noch. We do beſeech you therefore, gracious Prince;
Without Offence unto your Majeſty, |
We may be bold to uſe Authority. | |
King. As how? . ; ;
Roch. To ſummon him unto the Arches, |
Where ſuch Offences have their Puniſiment. 8
King. To anſwer perſonally, is that your Meaning?
Noch. It is, my Lord.
Ling. How if he appeal? FEE 5
Koch. My Lord, he cannot in ſuch a Cafe as this,
70 4 Not where Religion is the Plea, my Lord.
ing. I took it always, that our Self ſtood on't
As a fufficient Refuge: Unto whom _
Not any but might lawfully appeal:
But we'll not argue now upon that Point;
For Sir Fohn Olacaſile, whom you accuſe,
Let me intreat you to diſpence a-while |
With your high Title of Preheminence. [7 Scornd.
Report did never yet condemn him ſo, ,
But he hath always been reputed loyal:
And in my Knowledge I'can fay thus much,
That he is virtuous, wiſe, and honourable.
Tf any way his Conſcience be ſeduc'd |
To waver in his Faith, I'Il ſend for him,
And ſchool him privately : if chat ſerve not,
Then afterward you may proceed againſt him.
Butler, be you the Meſſenger for us,
And will him preſently repair to Court. [Zit.
Sir J. How now, my Lord ?why ſtand you diſcontent #*
Inſooth, methinks, the King hath well decreed.
Roch. Ay, ay, Sir John; if he would keep hisWord:
But I perceive he favours him ſo much, |
As this will be to ſmall Effect, I fear, .
Sir F, Why then III tell you what you're beſt to do:
If you ſuſpect the King will be but cold ee >
In reprehending him, {end you a Proceſs tos
To ſerve upon him; ſo you may be:ſure
"To make him anſwer't, howſoever it fall. 3
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Therefore I'll meet him on his Way to Court,
Sir Joun OrLpcasrre. Fx
Roch, And well remembred, I will have it ſo; _.
A Sumner ſhall be ient about it ſtraight. . (Exite.
Bir F. Vea, do ſo. In the mean pace this remains
For kind Sir Fohn of W-otham, honeſt Fackes ©
Methinks, the Purſe of Gold the Bihop gave
Made a good Shew ; it had a tempting Look :
Beſhrew me, but my Fingers-Ends do itch
To be upon thoſe golden Ruddocks. Well, tis dhe . 8
1 am not as the World doth take me for:
If ever Wolf were cloathed in Sheep's Coat,
Then I am he; old huddle and twang, i 1 Faith: :
A Prieſt it Shew ;: but, in plain Terms, a Thief:
Vet let me tell you too, an honeſt Thief.
One that will take it where it may be ſpar'd s.
And' ſpend it freely in good Fellowſhip. - IN
J have as many Shapes as Proteus had;
That ſtill when any Villany is done,
There may none ſuſpect it was Sir John:
Beſides, to comfort me, (for what's this Life,
Except the crabbed Bitterneſs thereof
Be ſweetned now and then with Letchery 2
I have my Doll, my Concubine as twere,
To frolick with, a juſty bouncing Girl.
But whilſt I loiter here, the Gold may 'ſcape;
And that muſt not be ſo: it is mine otvn, ;
And ſhrive him of it, there will be the Sport. [ Exist
Enter four poor People, fame Soldiers, ſome Old Men.
1. God help, God help, there law for 8 >.
But there's no Law for Neceſſity :
There be more Stocks to ſet poor Soldiers i in,
Than there be Houſes to relieve them at.
Old Man. Ay, Houſe- keeping decays in every place, |
Even as St. Peter writ ; Still worſe and worſe,
2, Maſter Mayor. of Rocheſter has given Command,
That none ſhall go abroad out of the Pariſh.; and bas
ſet down an Order, Forſooth, what every poor Houſe-
holder muſt give for our Relief: where there be ſome
ſeſſed, I may Tay to you, had almoſt as much Need to
beg as We. |
Tt is a hard World the while.
G lan. If a "= Man afk-at « Dok; e
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14 The Hiſtory of
Sake, they aſk him for a Licence or a Certificate from
A Js.
2. Faith! we have none but what we bear upon our
Bodies, our maim'd Limbs ; God help us.
And yet as lame as I am T'll with the King into
France, if I can but crawl a Shipboard ; I had rather
be lain in France than ſtarve in England. ;
Old Man. Ha! were I but as luſty as I was at
$hreqvsbury-Battle, I would not do as I do: but we are
new come to the good Lord Cobham's Houſe, the beſt
Man to the Poor in all Kent.
4. God bleſs him; there be but few ſuch.
Enter Cobham with Harpool.
ns Thou peeviſn froward Man, what wouldſt chou
have?
Har. This Pride, this Pride, brings all to Beggary.
I ſerv d your Father and your rn. "org ;
Shew me two-ſuch Men. now: No, no;
Your Backs, your Backs: The Devil and Pride
Has cut the Throat of all good Houſe-keeping ;.
They were the beſt Yeomens Maſters that
Ever were in England.
Cob. Vea; except you have a Crew of filthy Knaves-
And ſturdy Rogues-ſtill feeding at my Gate, os
There is no Hoſpitality with thee. .
Har. They may ſit at the Gate well 1 but the
Devil of any Thing you give them, except they'll eat
Stones.
Cob. Tis along then of ſuch hungry Knaves as you:
Vea, Sir; here's your Retinue, your Gueſts be come 3.
They know their Hours I warrant you. |
Ola Man. God bleſs your Honour; God fave the
good Lord Cabbam, and all his Houſe.
Sold. Good your Honour, beſtow. your: bleſſed Alms
upon poor Men.
Cob. Now, Sir ; here be your Alms-Knights:
| Now are you as ſafe as the Emperor.
Hlar. My Alms-Knights? Nay, they are yeurs:
It is a Shame for you ; and Il] ſtand. to it,
Your fooliſh Alms maintains more Vagabond
Than all the Noblemen in Kent beſide. |
| Out * Rogues; ye Knaves; work for your Livingy.. 5?
. Alas
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Sir Joux OLDcAasTLE. 135
Alas! poor Men! they may beg their Hearts out;
There's no more Charity among Men
Than amongſt ſo many Maſtive Dogs.
What make ye here, ye needy Knaves?
Away, away, ye Villains.
2. Sold. I beſeech you, Sir, be 2 A
Cob. Nay, nay; they know thee well enough: I
think that all the Beggars in this Land are thy Ac-
quaintance. Go beſtow your Alms ; none will controul
ou, Sir. „ | |
” Har. What ſhould I ive them? You are grown ſo
beggarly, that you can ſcarce give a Bit of Bread at
your Door: You talk of your Religion ſo long, that
you have baniſhed Charity frem you: A Man may
may make a Flax-Shop in your Kitchen-Chimney tor
any Fire there is ſtirring. |
Cob. If thou wilt give them nothing, ſend them
hence: Let them not ſtand here ſtarving in the Cold.
Har. Who, I drive them hence? If I drive poor
Men from the Door I'll be hang'd : I know not what
I may come to myſelf. God help ye poor Knaves; ye
ſee, the World. Well, you had a Mother: O God be
with thee good Lady; thy Soul's at Reſt: She gave
more in Shirts and Smocks to poor Children than you
ſpend in mg Houſe ; and yet you live a Beggar too.
Cob. Even the worſt Deed that ever my Mother did
was relieving ſuch a Fool as thou.
Har. Ay; Tama Fool ſtill: with all your Wit you'll
die a Beggar ; go too. |
Cob. Go, you old Fool ; give the poor People Some-
thing : Go in; poor Men, inte the inner Court ; and
take ſuch Alms as there is to be had. : |
Sold. God bleſs your Honour. * _
Har. Hang ye Rogues, ye; there's nothin
but Miſery — 9 * Law, you. Len,
Old Man. God bleſs you good Maſter Ralph; God
fave your Life; you are good to the Poor ſtill; E Fxeunta
Enter the Lord Powis diſguiſed.
Cob. What Fellow's yonder comes along the Grove?
Few Paſſengers there be that know this Way : -
Methinks, he ftops, as though he laid for me;
And meant to ſhroud himſelf among the _—
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I know the Clergy. hate me to the Death;
And my Religion gets me many, Foes::
And this may be {ome deſperate Rogue
Suborn'd to work me Miſchief: as p/eaſeth Gd.
If he comes toward me. fare, III ſlay his Coming:
Be he but one Mann whatſoever he be.
{Lord Powis ende.
1 3 Lone wall acquainted Wich that Pace
Pow, Well met, my honourable Lord and Friend.
Cob. You are welcome, Sir ; whoe'er you be:
But of this ſudden, Sir, I do not know you: |
Pov. I am one that-wiſheth well unto your Honour al
My Name is Powtis; an old Friend of yours.
| tb. My honourable Lord, and worthy Friend
What makes your Lordſhip thus alone in Kent * an
And thus diſguiſed in this ſtrange Attire? *
_ Pow, My Lord, an unexpected Accident
Hath at this Time enforc'd me to theſe Parts ;
And thus it happ'd. Not yet full ive Days ſince,
Now / at the laſt Aſſize at Herford, R
It chanc'd/that. the Lord Herbert and .
Mongſt other Things diſcourſing at the Table, |
To fall in Speech about ſome; certain Points 4
Of Wicks 's Doctrine gainſt the Papacy, TE
And the Religion Catholick maintain'd |
Through the moſt Part of Europe at this Day of
. 'The wilful teſty Lord ſtuck not to ſay,
That #ickiiff was a Knav®naagchilmatick ; .
His Doctrine deviliſn and heretical : _ 2x
And whatſoever he was maintain'd the ſame, _ 5
Was Traitor both to God, and to his Country.
Being moved at his peremptory Speech,
J told him, ſome maintain'd thoſe Opinions;
Men, and truer Subje&s than Lord Herbert was :
And he replying in Compariſons, ,
Your Name was urg'd, my Lord, againſt this Challenge,
To be a perfect Favourer of the T'ruth.. _ 7 N
And to be ſhort, from Words we fell to Blows, |
Our Servants and our Tenants taking Parts 3
Many on both Sides hurt: and ſor an Hour, .
The Broil by no means could be paciſied.
To the * riſing from the Bench, S151 w *
Sir JonN OLDcasTLE. 17
Were in their Perſons forc'd to part the Fray.
Cob. J hope no Man was violently ſain.
Pow. Faith! none, I truſt, but the Lord Herberi's
Who is, in Truth, fo dangerouſly hart, [Self ;
As it is doubted he can hardly *ſcape.
Cob. I am ſorry, my good Lord, of this ill News,
Pow. This is the Cauſe that drives me into Kent,
To ſhroud myſelf with you ſo good a Friend;
Until I hear how Things do ſpeed at home. :
Cob Your Lordſhip is moſt welcome unto Cobham +
But I am very ſorry, my good Lord,
My Name was brought in Queſtion in this Matter,
Conſidering -I have many Enemies, N
That threaten Malice, and do lie in wait
To take the vantage of the fmalleſt Thing:
But you are welcome, and repoſe your Lordſhip ;
And keep yourſelf here ſecret in my Houſe,
Until we hear how the Lord Herbert ſpeeds.
Lena f Euter Harpool.. _
Here comes my Man: Sirrah, what News?
| Har. Yonder's one Mr. Butler of the Privy Cham-
ber, is ſent unto you from the King.
Pos. Pray God the Lord Herbert be not dead, and
the King hearing whither I-am gone, hath ſent for me.
Cob. Comfort yourſelf, my Lord; I warrant you.
Har. Fellow, what ails thee? do'ſt thou quake?
do'ſt chou ſhake ? do'ſt thou tremble? ha! :
Cob. Peace, you old Fool: Sirrah, convey. this Gen-
tleman in 1 back-way ; and bring the other into the
Walk. , „ /
Har. Come, Sir ; you're welcome, if you love my
Lord. 1 |
Pow, Gramercy, gentle Friend. IExeunt.
Cob. I thought as much, that it would not be long
Before I heard of ſomething from the King
Aboet this Matter. |
Enter Harpool ⁊uith Maffer Butler.
Har. Sir, yonder my Lord walks; you ſee him :
I'll have your Men into the Sellar the while.
Cob. Welcome, good Maſter Butler.
But. Thanks, my good Lord: his Majeſty doth com-
mend his Love unto your Lordſhip ;. and wills you to
repair unto the Court. ; Cob.
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| Ch. God blek his Highneſs, and confouud his Ene-
mies, I hope his Majeſty is well?
But. In good Health, my Lord.
Cob. God Jong continue it: Methinks, you look as
though you were not well, what ails ye, Sir? 7
But. Faith! I have had a fooliſh odd Miſchance, that
- angers me: Coming over Shooter's- Hill, there came one
to me like a Sailor, and aske me, Money; and whilit.
I ſtaid my Horſe to draw my Purſe, he takes the Ad-
vantage of a little Bank,and leaps behind me, whips my
Purſe away, and with a ſudden jerk, I know not how,
threw me at leaſt three Yards out of my Saddle, I ne-
ver was ſo robb'd in all my Life. | 5
Cab. I am very ſorry, Sir, for your Miſchance: We
will ſend our Warrant forth, to ſtay ſuch ſuſpicious Per-
ſons as ſhall be found, then Mr. Butler we'll attend you.
But. I humbly thank your Lordſhip, I will attend you.
= 2 Enter the Sumner. 4
Sum. I have the Law to warrant what I de, and
though the Lord Cobham be a Noblenian, that diſpenſes
not with Law, I dareſerve a Proceſs were he five No-
blemen ; though we Sumners make ſometimes a mkd
lip in a corner with a pretty Wench, a Summer muſt
not go always by ſeeing : A Man may be content to hide
his Eyes where he may feel his Profit. Well, this is Lord
Cabbam's Houle, if I cannot ſpeak with him, I'll clap
my Citation upon's Door, ſo my Lord of Rocheſter bade
me; but methinks here comes one of his Men.
Har. Welcome Good-fellow, welcome; who would'it
| thou ſpeak with ? 3 8
Sum. With my Lord Cobham I would ſpeak, if thou
be one of his Men. 8
Har, Ves, I am one of his Men, but thou can'ſt not
ſpeak with my Lord. |
Sum. May Iſend to him then? 3
Har. I'll tell thee that, when I know thy Errand.
Sum. I will not tell my Errand to the.
Har. Then keep it to thy ſelf, and walk like a Knave
as thou cam'ſt. ek or
Sum. I tell thee, my Lord keeps no Knaves, Sirrah.
Har. Then thou ſerveſt him not, I believe. What
Lord is thy Maſter ? 9380 e
Sum. My Lord of Rocheſter, | Har.
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Sir JOHN OLDcaAsTLE. 19
Har: In good time: And what wouldſt thou have
with my Lord Cobham?
Sum. I come, by virtue of a Proceſs, to cite him to ap-
pear before my Lord in the Court at Rochefter.
Har. Aſde. Well, God grant me Patience, I could
eat this Counger. My Lord is not at home ; therefore it
were good, Summer, you carried your Proceſs back.
Sum. Why, if he will not be ſpoken withal, then
_ J leave it here, and fee that he take Knowledge |
of it.
Har. Zounds! you Slave, do you ſet up your Bills
here? go too, take it down again, Do'ſt thou know what
thou do Sd do'ſt thou know on whom thou ſerveſt aProceſs?
Sum. Yes, marry do I; on Sir fun Oldcaftls, Lord
Cobham.
Har. Tam glad thou knoweſt him yet: And Sirrah,
— not know that the Lord Cobhamis a brave Lord, chat
good Beef and Beer in his Houſe, and every Day
pa nes a hundred poor People at's Gate, and keepsa hun-
dred tall Fellows?
Sum. What's that to my Proceſs?
Har. Marry this, Sir, is this Proceſs Parchment ?
| Saw, Yes, marry is it.
Har. And this Seal Wax?
Sum, It is fo.
Har, If this be na and this Wax, eat you
this Parchment and this Wax, or I will make Parchment
of your Skin, and beat your Brains int Wax, Sirrah,
Sumner, diſpatch, devour, Sirrah, devour.
Sum. Tam my Lord of Rachefter's Sumner, I came to
do my Office, and thou ſhalt anſwer it.
Har. Sirrah, no railing ;; but betake your ſelf to your
Teeth, thou ſhalt eat no worſe than thou bring'ft with
thee: thou bring'ſt it for my Lord, and wilt thou bring
my Lord worſe than thou wilt eat 'thy ſelf ?
Fam. Sir, I brought it not my Lord to eat. |
Har. O do you Sir me now ? all's one for that, I'll
make you eat it, for bringing it.
Sum, I canot eat it.
Har. Can you not? 'blood Tl beat y you till you have
a Stomach. -[Beats him,
Sum, O hold, hold, good Mr. eee I will
eat it. Har.
20 The Hiftory of
Har. Be champing, be chawing, Sir; or I'll chave
you, you Rogue, the pureſt of the Honey.
Sum. Tough Wax is the pureſt Honey.
Har. O Lord, Sir; oh, oh. 4 |
Feed, tis wholfome, Rogue, wholeſome.
Cannot you, like an honeſt Sumner, wks with the
Devil your Brother, to fetch in your Bailiff's Rents ;;
but you muſt come to a Nobleman's Houſe with Proceſs?
If thy Seal was as broad as the Lead that covers Re-
chefer- Church, thou ſhould'ſt eat it. |
Sum. O, I am almoſt choak'd, I am almoſt choak'd.
Mar. Who's within there? Will you eil eee
50 chere no Beer in the Houſe ? Butler, I * |
Enter Buller.
. Shore: here:
Har. Give him Beer. | D Drinks.
There : Tough old Sheepskins, bare ary Meat.
Sum. O Sir, let me go no further, I'll eat my Word.
Har. Vea, marry Sir, I mean you ſhall more than your
own Word, for I'll make you eat all thei Words in the Pro-
ceſs. Why you Drabamonger,cannot the Secrets of all the
Wenches in. a Shire ſerve your turn, but you. muſt come
hither with a Citation, with the For 14 cite gay |
A Cup of Sack for the Suriner, 5
But. Here, Sir, here.
Har. Here, Slave, I drink to thee.
Sum. I thank you; Sir.
Har. Now if chou find' ſt thy Stomach well, Rel
thou ſhalt ſee my Lord keeps Meat in's Houle, if thou
_ wiltgo in, thou ſhalt have a piece of Beef to thy Break. faſt.
Sum, No, I am very well, good Maiter Serving man,
IT thank you; very well, Sir.
Har. I am glad on't, then be walking towards Ro-
cheſter to keep your Stomach warm. And Sumner, if I
do know you diſturb a good Wench within this Dioceſe,
if I do not make thee eat her Petticoat, if there were four
Yardsof Kent Cloth in't, I ama Villain.
Sum. God be w'ye,. Maſter n LA
Har. Farewel, Sumner. 2
Nuier Con fable.
Con. tor you, Maſter Harposl.
Har. Welcome Conſtable, welcome Conſtable, what
News with thee ?,
"Com
Con.
Sir Jonn OLDCASTLE. 21
Con. An't pleaſe you, Maſter Harpool, I am to
make Hue and Cry for àa Fellow with one Eye, that has
robb'd two Clothiers,and am to crave your Hindranceto
ſearch all ſuſpected Places; and N ſay there was a
Woman in the Company.
Har. Haſt thou been at the Ale-houſe ? ? Haſt thou
Fought there ?
Cor. I durſt not ſearch i in my Lord Cobham s Liber
ty, except I had ſome of his Servants for my Warrant.
Har. An honeſt Conſtable, call forth him that keeps |
the Ale-houſe thek.
Con. Ho! who's within there? 5 |
Ale-man. Who calls there? Oh, it's you, Mr. Con-
ſtable, and Mr. Harpool: Vou're vweltoihe; with all my
Heart; what make you here ſo early this Morning ?
Har. Sirrah, what Strangers do you lodge ? There is
a Robbery done this Moming, and we are to ſearch for
all ſuſpected Perſons.
Aleman. Gods-bores, I am ſai fort. Tfaith, Sir,
I lodge no body, but a good honeſt Prieſt, exlPd Sir
John a Wrotham, and a handfome Woman that is his
Neice, that he ſays he has ſome Suit in Law for; and as
they go > op and down to London, ſometimes they lie at
my Hou
Har. What, is ſhe here i m thy Houſe now ?
Aleman. She is, Sir: I promiſe you, Sir, he is a
quiet Man; and becauſe he will not trouble too many
Rooms, he makes the Woman he every N ight at his
Bed's Feet,
Har, Bring her forth, Conſtable, bring her forth,
let's ſee her, let's ſee her.
Ale-man. Dorothy, you muſt come down to Maſter
Conſtable.
She E nters.
Doll. Anon forſooth.
Har. Welcome, ſweet Laſs; welcome.
Doll. I thank you good Sir, and ror Conſtable alſo.
Har. A plump Girl, by the Maſs; a plump Girl;
ha, Doll, ha. Wilt thou forlake the Prieſt, and 80
with me, Do//? |
Con. Ah! well faid, Maſter Harpool, you are a
merry old Man i'faith; you will never be old, now by
the Mack, a pretty Wench indeed,
22 _ The Hiſtory of
Har. Ye old mad merry Conſtable, art thou advis'd
of that? Ha, well ſaid Doll, fill ſome Ale here. |
Doll. afids. Oh ! if I wiſt this old Prieſt would not
ſick to me, by Tove I would ingle this old Serving-man,
Har. O you old mad Colt, i faith I'll ferk you: fill
all the Pots in the Houſe there. |
Con. Oh! well faid Maſter Har pool, you are a Heart
of Oak when all's done. | =
Har. Ha Doll, thou haſt a ſweet pair of Lips, by
the Maſs. ber | |
Doll. Truly you are a ſweet old Man, as ever I ſaw ;
by my Troth, you have a Face able to make any Wo-
man in Love with you. -
Har. Fill, ſweet Doll, I'll drink to the.
Doll. I pledge you, Sir, and thank you therefore,
and I pray you let it come. |
Har. | Embracing her.) Doll, can't thou love me? AF
mad merry Laſs, would to God JI had never ſeen thee, þ
Doll. I warrant you, you will not out of my Thoughts
this Twelvemonth, truly you are as full of Favour, as any
Man may be. Ah theſe ſweet Gray Locks, by my
Troth, they are moſt lovely. |
Con. Cuds bores, Maſter} Har pool, I'll have one Buſs too.
Har. Nolicking for you, Conſtable, hand off, hand off,
Con. Berlady, I love Kiſſing as well as you,
Dall. Oh, you are an odd Boy, you have a wanton
Eye of your own: Ah you ſweet ſugar-lip'd Wanton,
you will win as many Womens Hearts as come in your
Company. | | | |
Enter Prieſt,
Prieſt. Doll, come hither.
Har. Prieſt, ſhe ſhall not.
Doll. I'll come anon, ſweet Love.
Prieſt. Hand off, old Fornicator. |
Har. Vicar, I'll fit here in ſpight of thee, is this Stuf
for a Prieſt to carry up and down with him ?
Pri. Sirrah, doſt thou not know that a good Fellow
Parſon may have a Chapel of Eaſe, where his Pariſh
Church is far off? 5 |
Har. You Whorſon ſton'd Vicar. |
Prieft. You old Ruffian, you Lion of Cor/+/.
Har. Zounds, Vicar, I'll geld you, [Flies upon hin
Con, Keep the King's Peace, , Doll
not inde.
Sir Jon x Or DAS TEE. 23
Doll. Murder, Murder, Murder / |
Ale-man. Hold, as you are Men, hold; for God's
fake be quiet : put up your Weapons, you draw not in
my Houſe. 78 |
Har. You Whorſon Bawdy Prieſt.
Prieft. You old Mutton-monger.
Con. Hold, Sir John, hold. |
Doll. I pray thee, Sweet-heart, be quiet, I was but
ſitting to drink a Pot of Ale with him, even as kind 2
Man as ever I met with. | |
Har. Thou art a Thief, I warrant thee. |
Prie. Then Lam but as thou haſt been in thy
Days, let's not be aſham'd of our Trade, the King hath
been a Thief himſelf. |
Doll. Come, be quiet, haſt thou ſped ?
Prieft. I have, Wench, here be Crowns i'faith.
Del], Come, let's be all Friends then. |
Con. Well ſaid, Miſtreſs Dorothy.
67 Thou art the maddeſt Prieſt that ever I met
with. 8 . |
Prieft. Give me thy Hand, thou art as good a
Fellow : I am a Singer, a Drinker, a Bencher, a
Wencher ; I can ſay a Maſs, and kiſs a Laſs : Faith, I
have a Parſonage, and becauſe I would not be at too
much Charges, this Wench ſerveth me for a Sexton,
Har. Well ſaid, mad Prieſt, we'll in and be 5 e
Z ; yy unt,
Enter Sir Roger Acton, Maſter Bourn, ow 1
and William Murley the Brewer 1 unſtable.
Ad. Now Maſter Murley, I am well afſur'd
Lou know our Errand, and do like the Cauſe,
Being a Man affected as we are. |
Mar. Marry God dild ye dainty my Dear: No Maſter,
good Sir Roger Acton, Maſter Bourn, and Maſter Beverley,
Gentlemen and Juſtices of the Peace, no Maſter, I,
but plain William Murley the Brewer of Dunſtable, your
honeſt Neighbour and your Friend, if ye be Men of my
Profeſſion. 5 5
Bev. Profeſſed Friends to H:c&/:"; Foes to Nome.
Mur. Hold by me, Lad, lean upon that Staff, good
Maſter Beverley, all of a Houſe, ſay your Mind, ſay
your Mind. |
Ad-
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24 The Hitory. #.
A. You 3 0 action now Is grown 0 reat
Throughout the Realm, that it begins to ſmoak.
Into the Clergy” s Eyes, and the King' s Ears;
High time it is that we were drawn to Head,
Our General and Officers appointed.
And Wars, ye wot, will ask great, ſtore of Gain,
Able to ſtrength our Action with your Purſe,
You are elected for a Colonel
Over a Regiment of "fifteen Bands.
Mur. Fue, paltry, paltry, in and out, to ag 180 be⸗
it more or leſs upon occaſſon, Lord have Mercy upon
zus, what a World is this! Sir Roger Aon, J am but
a Din e Man, a plain Brewer, ye know : Will
Infty Cavaliering Captains (Gentlemen) come. at my
Calling, go at my bidding? Dainty my Dear, they'll
do a Dog of Wax, a Horſe of Cheeſe, a Prick and a
Pudding; no, no, ye muſt appoint ſome Lord or Knight
at leaſt, to that Place.
Bou. Why, Maſter Murley, you ſhall be a Knight:
Were you not in Election to be Sheriff:
Have you not paſs'd. all Offices but that?
Have,you not Wealth 'to make your Wife a Lady ?
J warrant you, my Lord, our General, 25
Beſtows that Honour on you, at firſt ſight.
Mur. Marry God dild ye dainty my Dear:
But tell me, who ſhall be our General.
Where's the Lord Cobham, Sir John Oldcaſtle, |
That noble Alms- -Liver, Houſje-keeper, virtuous,
Religious Gentleman ? Come to me there, Boys,
co * me there.
1 © Who but he ſhall be our General?
= And ſhall he Knight me, and make me Colonel?
A. My word for that, Sir William Murle ey, Knight.
| Mar. Fellow, Sir Roger Acton Knight, all Fellows I
mean in Arms, how ftrong are we? how many Part-
ners ? Our Enemies, beſide. the King, are mighty, be it
more or leſs upon occaſion, reckon our Force.
Ac. There are of us, our Friends, and tas
Three thouſand and three hundred at the leaſt:
Ot Northern Lads four thouſand, beſide Horſe:
From Kent there comes with Sir John Olacaftle
aa ; tnen from Londox iſſue out,
_ =
£3
JE ²˙ tb
Lerd have Mercy upon us, what a World is this!
and handſomely, I may bring five hundred Pound.
Like a brave Knight, and martial C
Sir JOHN OLDCASTLE. 25
Of Maſters, Servants, Strangers, Prentices,
Forty odd thouſand into Ficket Field,
Where we appoint our ſpecial Rendevour. 7
Mur. Fue, paltry, paltry, in and out, to and fro,
Where's that Ficket Field, Sir Roger ?
Act. Behind St. Giles's in the Field, near Holborn.
Mur. Newgate, up Holborn, St. Giles's in the Field,
and to Tyburn, an old ay. For the Day, for the Day?
Act. On Friday next, the Fourteenth Day of Fanuar; ?
Mur. Tilly vally, truſt me never if I have any liking
of that Day. Fye, paltry, paltry, Friday, quoth a, dit-
mal day, Childermas-day this Year was Friday.
Bev. Nay Maſter Murley, if you obſerve ſuch days,
We make tome Queſtion of your Conſtancy.
All Days are alike to Men refolv'd in Right. 1
Mur: Say Amen, and ſay no more, but ſay and hol
Maſter Beverly : Friday next, and Ficket Field, and Vin.
Murley and his merry Men ſhall be all one: I have
half a ſcore Jades that draw my Beer Cart, and every
Jade ſhall bear a Knave, and every Knave ſhail wear a
ſack, and every Jack ſhall have a Scull, and every
Scull ſhail ſhew a Spear, and every Spear ſhall kill a
Foe at Ficket' Field, at Ficket Field: Jobn and Tory,
Dick and Hodge, Ralph and Robin, William und George,
and all my Knaves ſhall fight like Men, at Ficłet Field,
on Friday next. ;
Bou. What Sum of Money mean you to disburie ?
Mur. It may be modeſtly, decently, and ſoberly,
Act. Five hundred, Man? five thouſand's not enough,
A hundred thouſand will not pay our Men
Two Months together; either come prepar'd
olonel,
In glittering Gold, and gallant Furniture,
Bringing in Coin, a Cart-load at leaſt,
And all ycur Followers mounted on good Horſe, :
Or never come diſgraceful to us all,
Bew. Perchance you may be choſen Treaſurer,
Ten thouſand Pound's the leaft that you can bring. |
Mur. Paltry, paltry, in and out, to and fro: Upon
occation I have ten 3 Pound to ſpend, and ten
17 | : . dc:
26 The Hiſtory of
too: And rather than the Biſhop ſhall have his will of
ane for my Conſcience, it ſhall all go. Flame and Flax,
Flax and Flame, It was got with Water and Malt,
and. it ſhall fly with Fire and Gun- powder. Sir Roger,
a Cart-load of Money till the Axletree crack; myſelf
and my Men in Fickez Field on Friday next; remember
r. Knight-hood and my Place: there's my Hand,
HV be there. | [ Ex.
Act. See what Ambition may perſuade Men to,
In hope of Honour he will ſpend himſelf.
Bou. I never thought a Brewer half ſo rich.
Bev. Was never Bankrupt Brewer yet but one,
With uſing too much Malt, too little Water.
Act. That's no fault in Brewers now a days :
Come, away about our Buſineſs. .
Enter King, Duke of Suffolk, Maſter Butler, Oldcaſtle,
| Kneeling to the King.
King. Tis not enough, Lord Cobham, to ſubmit,
Y.ou muſt forſake your groſs Opinion: |
"The Biſhops find themſelves much injured, -
And though ſor ſome good Service you have done,
We for our part are pleas'd to pardon you,
Yet they will not ſo ſoon be fati:fy'd.
Cob. My gracious Lord, unto your Majeſty,
Next unto my God, I owe my Life;
And what is mine, -either by Nature's gift,
Or Fortune's bounty, all is at your Service.
But for Obedieuce to the Pope of Rome,
I owe him none; nor ſhall his ſhaveling Prieſts
That are in England, alter my Belief,
If out of holy Scripture they can prove
That I am in an Error, I will yield,
And gladly take Inſtruction at their Hands :
But otherwiſe, I do beſeech your Grace,
My Conſcience may not be incroach'd upon.
King. We would be loth to preſs our Subjects Bodies,
Much leſs their Souls, the dear redeemed part
Ot him that is the Ruler of us all-
Yet let me Counſel you, that might command;
Do not preſume to tempt them with ill Words,
Nor ſuffer any meetings to be had |
Wichin your Houſe, but to the uttermoſt 1 f
os : * ö Di-
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Sir JohN OrLDCASTLE, 27
Diſperſe the Flocks of this new gathering Sect. |
Cob. My Liege, if any Breath that dares come forth,
And ſay, my Life in any of theſe Points
Deſerves th' attainder of ignoble Thoughts:
Here ſtand I, craving no Remorſe at all,
But even the utmoſt Rigour may be ſhown.
King. Let it ſuffice, we know your Loyalty,
What have you there? |
Cab. A Deed of Clemency,
Your Highneſs Pardon for Lord Poauis Life,
Which I did beg, and you, my noble Lotd,
Of gracious Favour did vouchſafe to grant.
King. But yet it is not ſigned with our Hand.
Cob. Not yet, my Liege.
King. The Fact you ſay was done
Not of propenſed malice, but by chance,
Cob. Upon mine Honour ſo, no otherwiſe.
35 : [King Writes.
King. There is his Pardon, bid him make amends,
And cleanſe his Soul to God for his Offence,
What we remit, is but the Body's Scourge.
How now, Lord Biſhop ? 5
| Enter Biſhop of Rocheſter
Roch. Juſtice, dread Sovereign,
As thou art King, ſo grant I may have Juſtice.
King. What means this Exclamation ? let us know.
Roch. Ah, my good Lord, the State's abus d.
And our Decrees moſt ſhamefully prophan d.
King. How? or by whom?
Noch. Even by this Heretick, 5
This Feau, this Traitor to your Majeſty. |
Cob. Prelate thou lyeſt, even in thy greaſy Maw,
Or whoſoever twits me with the Name |
Of either Traitor, -or of Heretick.
King. Forbear I fay : and Biſhop, ſhew the Cauſe
From whence this late Abuſe hath been deriv'd.
Noch. Thus, mighty King, by general conſent
A Meſſenger was tent to cite this Lord
To make appearance in the Conſiſtory:
And coming to his Houſe, a Ruffian Slave,
One of his daily Followers, met the Man,
Who knowing him to be a Parator
| . B 2 Aſſaults
28 The Hiſtory of
Aſſaults him firſt, and after in contempt
Q us, and our proceedings, makes him eat
'The written Proceſs, Parchment, Seal and al! :
Whereby this Matter neither was brought forth.
Nor we but ſcorn'd for our Authority,
King. When was this done. |
Roch. At ſix a Clock this Morning.
King. And when came you to Court ?
Cob, Laſt Night, my Liegee.
King. By this it ſeems he 1s not guilty of it,
And you have done him wrong t'accuſe him ſo.
Roch. But it was done, my Lord, by his appointment,
Or elſe his Men durſt not have been fo bold. *
King. Or elſe you durſt be bold to interrupt
And ſill our Ears with frivolous Complaints.
Is this the Duty you do bear to us ?
_ Was't not ſufficient we did paſs our Word
To fend for him, but you miſdoubting it,
Or which is worſe, intending to foretial
Our Regal Power, muſt likewiſe ſummon him?
This favours of Ambition, not ef Zeal,
And rather proves you malice his Eſtate,
'Than avy way that he offends the Law.
Go too, we like it not: And he your Officer
Had his Deſert for being Inſolent.
Enter Lord Huntington:
That was imploy'd ſo much amiſs herein,
So Cobham when you pleaſe you may ee 5
Cob. I humbly bid farewel unto my Liege. [ Exit.
King. Farewel ; what's the News by Huntington?
Han. Sir Roger Acton, and a Crew, my Lord,
Of bold Seditious Rebels, are in Arms,
intending Reformation of Religion.
And with their Army they intend to pitch
In Ficket Field, unleſs they be repuls'd. _ 4 ©
King. So near our Preſence ? Dare they be fo bold?
And will proud War and eager thirſt of Blood,
Whom we had thought to entertain far off, |
Prefs forth upon us in our Native Bounds ?
Muſt we be forc'd to hanſel our ſharp Blades
In England here, which we prepar'd for Fance? > |
8 | | Te Well,
Sir FouN OLDCASTLE. 29
Well, a God's Name be it. What's their Number, fy,
Or who's the chief Commander of this Raw ? -
Hun, Their Number 1s not known as yet, my Lord,
But tis reported, Sir John Oldcaſtie
Is the chief Man, on whom they do depend.
King. How? the Lord Cobham ?
Hun. Yes, my gracious Lord.
Rach. | could have teld your Majeſty as much
Before he went, but that I ſaw your Grace
Was too much blinded by his Flattery.
Su. Send Poſt, my Lord, to fetch him back again
But. Traitor unto his Country, how he ſmooth d
And ſeem'd as Innocent as Truth itſelf
King. J cannot think it yet he would be falſe: :
But if he be, no matter, let him go,
We'll meet both him and them unto their Woe.
Koch. This falls out well, and at the laſt I hope
To fee this Heretick die in a Rope. [ Exeunt.
Enter Earl of Cambridge, Lord Scroop, Gray, |
and Chartres the French Factor. |
Scr. Once more, my Lord of Cambridge, make Re-
hearſal 0
How you do ſtand intituled to the Crown,
The deeper ſhall we print it in our Minds,
And every Man the better be reſolv'd,
When he perceives his Quarrel to be juſt.
Cam. Then thus, Lord Scroop, Sir Thomas Gray,
And you, Monſieur de Chartres, Agent for the Frencb, |
This Lionel, Duke of Clarence (as I faid) -
Third Son of E dward (England's King) the Third,
Had Iflue, Philip his ſole Daughter and Heir;
Which Philip afterward was given in Marriage
To Edmund Mortimer the Earl of March,
And by him had a Son call'd Roger Mortimer;
Which Roger likewiſe had of his Deſcent,
Eamund, Roger, Ann and Elianor,
Two Daughters, and two Sons, but of thoſe, three
Dy'd withont Iſſue: Ann, that did Survive,
And now was left her Father's only Heir,
My Fortuue was to marry, being too
| WM m uy Grandfather of * Edward's Line: 5
33
30 The Hiſtory of
So, of his Sirname I am calbd, you know.
Richard Plantagenet, my F ather was,
Kdward the Duke of Vor, and Son and Heir
To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's firſt Son.
Scrdop. — * it ſeems your Chaim comes by yous
mw ©
As lawful Heir to Roger Mortimer,
The Son of Edmund, which did marry Philis,
Daughter and Heir to Lianel Duke of Clarence.
Clan. True ; for this Harry, and his Father boch,
Harry the F il. as plainly doth appear, |
Are falſe Intruders, and uſurp the Crown.
For, when young Ri#hard was at Pomfret ſlain,
In him the Title of Prizce Edward dy'd,
That was the eldeſt of King Edivard's Sons:
William of Hatfield, and their ſecond Brother,
Death in his Nonage had before berefſt:
So that my Wife deriv'd from Lionel,
Third Son unto King Hdeoand, ought proceed, _
And take Poſſeſſion of the Diadem |
Before this Harry, or his Father King,
Who fetch'd their Title but from Lancaſter,
Fourth of that Royal Line. And being thus
What Reaſon is't, but flie ſhould have her Right?
Scr. 1 am reſolv'd, our Enterprize is juſt.
Gray. Harry ſha'l die, or elfe refign his Crown.
Char. Perform but that, and Charles the mo of
.
Shall ah you, Lords, not only with his Men,
But ſend you Money to maintain your Wars:
Five hundred thouſand Crowns he bade me proffer,
It you can ſtop but Harrys Voyage for France.
Scr. We never had a fitter Time than now,
The Realm in ſuch Diviſion as'it is,
Cam. Beſides, you muſt perſwade you, there is due
Vengeance for 3 s Murther; which, although
It be deferr'd, yet will it fall at laſt,
And now as likely as another Time.
Sin hath had many Years to ripen in,
And now the Harveſt cannot be far off,
Wherein the Weeds of Uſurpation .
He to be — _ _—_ into the Fire. __
5
Sir JOHN OLDCASTLE. JE
Scr. "we. — 69 Earl Cambridge; here I plight my
alt h,
To ſet up thee and thy renowned Wife. |
Gray. Gray will perform the ſame, as he is Knight,
Char. And to aſſiſt ye, as I faid before,
Chartres doth *gage the Honour of his King. |
Scr. We lack but now Lord Cobham's Fellowſhip,
And then our Plot were abſolute indeed. |
Cam. Doubt not of him, my 4 his Life's purſu d
By the incenſed Clergy, and of late
Brought in Diſpleaſure with the King, aſſures
He may be quickly won to our Faction.
Who hath the Articles were drawn F large
Of our whole Purpoſe? oY
Eray. That have I, my Lord-
Cam. We ſhould not now be far off from his Houſe,
Our ſerious Conference hath beguil'd the Way: |
See where his Caſtle ſtands, give me the Writing,
When we are come unto the Speech of him,
Becauſe we will not ſtand to make recount. |
Of that which hath been ſaid, here he ſhall read
Our Minds at large, and what we crave of him.
| Enter Lord Cobham. |
Sr, A ready Way; here comes the Man himſelf
Bocted and ſpurr d, it ſeems he hath been riding.
Cam, Well met, Lord Cobham. | 1
Cob. My Lord of Cambridge,
Your Honour is moſt welcome into Kent,
And all the reſt of this fair Company.
J am.new-come from London, gentle Lords:
But will ye not take Cooling for your Hoſt,
And ſee what Entertainment it affords? 3
Cam. We were intended to have been your Gueſts ;
But now this lucky Meeting ſhall ſuffice
To end our Buſineſs, and defer that Kindneſs.
Cob. Buſineſs, my Lord? what Buſineſs ſhould
Let you be merry? we have no Delicates ;
Vet this I'll promiſe you, a Piece of Veniſon,
A Cup of Wine, and ſo forth, Hunter's Fare:
And, if you pleaſe, we'll ſtrike the Stag ourſelves
Shall fill.our Diſhes with his well-fed F lech. |
Scr. That is, indeed, the Thing we all defire,
B 4 Cola
1 The Hiftory of
Cob. My Lords, and you ſhall have your Choice
5 with me. | 3 |
Cam. Nay, but the Stag, which we defire to ſtrike,
Lives not in Cooling: If you will conſent,
And go with us, we'll bring you to a Foreſt,
Where runs a luſty Herd; among the which
There is a Stag ſuperior to the reſt; pH 5
A lately Beaſt, that when his Fellows run | |
He leads the Race, and beats the ſullen Earth, .
As though he ſcorn'd it with his trampling Hoofs; |
Aloft he bears his Head, and with his Breaſt, | |
Like a huge Bulwark, counter checks the Wind: i
And when he ftandeth ſtill, he ſtretcheth forth |
His proud ambitious Neck, as if he meant 1
To wound the Firmament with forked Horns. |
: Cob. Tis Pity ſuch a goodly Beaft ſhould die.
Cam. Not fo, Sir Fohr ; for he is tyrannous, p
And gores the other Deer, and will not keep |
Within the Limits are appointed him.
Of late he's broke into a Several, = ;
Which doth belong to me, and there he ſpoils ;
Both Corn and Paſture, two of his wild Race ]
Alike for Stealth, and covetous encroaching, ]
Already are remov'd ; if he were dead, ;
1 ſhould not only be ſecure from Hurt, ]
But with his Body make a Royal Feaſt. |
Scr. How ſay you then, will you firſt hunt with us?
Cob. Faith, Lords, I like the Paſtime, where's the
| Place ? HOT
Cam. Peruſe this Writing, it will ſhew ye all;
And what Occaſion we have for the Sport. [ He reads:
Cob. Call ye this Hunting, my Lords? Is this the
| Sta | |
You fain —_ chaſe, Harry our dread King ?
60 we may make a Banquet for the Devil;
And in the ſtead of wholeſome Meat, prepare
A Diſh of Poiſon to confound ourſelves
Cam. Why ſo, Lord Cobham? See you not our
- Claim? | 13 1 |
And how imperiouſly he holds the Crown? |
Ser. Beſides, you know yourſelf is in Diſgrace,
Held as a Recreant, and purſu'd to Death. 1
ESI * . This
e,
Sir Joux OLDcasTLE. 33
This will defend you ſrem your Enemies,
And ſtabliſn your Religion through the Land.
Cob. Notorious Treaſon ! yet | will conceal [ Aſiue.
My ſecret Thoughts to ſound the Depth of it.
My Lord of Cambridge, I do fee your Claim, |
And what Gocd may redound-unto the Land,
By proſecuting of this Enterprize:
But where are Men ? where's Power and Furniture
To order ſuch an Action? we are weak,
Harry, you know's a mighty Potentate. ;
Cam. Tut! we are ſtrong enough; you are belov'd,
And many will he glad to follow you:
We are the like, and ſame will follow us.
Nay, there-is Hope from France : Here's an Ambaſſador
That promiſeth both Men and Money. too.
The Commons likewiſe, as we hear, pretend
A ſudden Tumult, we will join with them. |
Cob. Some Like!yhood, I muſt confeſs, to ſpeed:
But how ſhall I believe this, in plain Truth?
You are, my Lords, ſuch. Men as live in Court,
And have been highly favour'd of the King,
Eſpecially Lord Scroop, whom oftentimes
He maketh choice of for his Bedfellow -
And you, Lord Gray, are of his Privy-Council :- |
Ts not this. Train laid to intrap my Life ?. a
Cam. Then periſh may my Soul ; What, chink you ſod
Scr. We'il ſwear to you.
Gray. Or take the Sacrament. 1
Cob. Nay, ye are Noblemen; and I imagine,
As ye are honourable by Birth and Plood,
So ye will be in Heurt, in Thor ght, in Word.
I. crave no other Teſtimony but this
Trat ye would a 1-ſubfribe, and ſet your Hands
Unto this Writing ye gave to me. |
Cam. 9.8 all our. Hearts : who hath any Pen and
Ink? i
Ser. My Pocket ſl ond have one ;. O, here it is.
Cam, Give it me, Lord Scrgop : there is my Name.
Ser. And there is my Name. e pet
Gray. And aire 3-4: 4, | | *
Cab. Sir, let me erave that you would likewiſe write
your. Name with.. theirs, for Confi: mation of yoar Maſ-
er's Words, the King of France. —.— 3 Char
Char. That will I, noble Lord. |
Cob. So, now this ARQion-i 1s well knit together,
And I am for you ; where's our Meeting, Lords?
Cam. Here, if you pleaſe, the tenth of July next.
Cob. In Kent? agr:ed. Now let us in to Supper,
I hope your Honours will not away to-night.
Cam. Yes, preſently ; for I have far to ride,
About ſoliciting of other Friends.
Sci. And we would not be abſent from the Court,
Leſt thereby grow Suſpicion in the King.
Cob. Yet taſte a Cup of Wine before ye go. |
Cam. Not now, my Lord, we thank You: ſo fare-
wel. aer all but Cobham.
. Farewel, my. noble Lords. My noble Lords ?
My noble Villains, baſe Conſpirators;
How can they look his Highneſs in the Face,
"Whom they ſo cloſely ſtudy to betray? -
But I'll not ſleep until I make it known;
This Head ſhall not be burthen'd with ſuch Thoughts,
Nor in this Heart will I conceal a Decd
Of ſuch [mpiety againſt my King.
Madam, how now?
Enter Lady Cobham, 95 4 Powis, Lady Pom,
and Harpool.
';; Cob. Yau welcome home, my Lord :
Why ſeem you ſo unquiet in your Looks? |
What hath befall'n you that diſturbs your Mind?
L. Paw. Bad News, 1 am afraid, touching my Hin.
band. ens
Cob. Madam, not ſo; ere k is your Husband's Par-
Long may ye live, each Joy unto the other.
L. Pow. So great a Kindneſs, as I know not how
to reply, my Senſ: is quite confounded.
Cob. Let that alone; and Madam, flay me not:
For I muſt back unto the Court again,
With all the Speed I can: Harpool, my Horſe.
L. Cob. So ſoon, my Lord? what will you ride all
ee YG. bio
Cob. All Night or Day; it muſt be ſo, ſw-eet Wife;
Urge me not Why, or what my Buſineſs is,
Bur get you in: Lord Poww/s bear with me.
And Badem, think your Wane ne en the worſe;
My
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proper Men, handſome Men, tall Men, true Nen.
Sir ſon Or DeAsTLE. 35
My Houſe is at your Uſe. Harpool, away.
Har: Shall I attend your Lordſhip to the Court?
Cob. Yea, Sir, your Gelding ;- mount you pen
63; . | {Exits
L. Cab. Prithee Harpool, look unto thy Lord; .
T do not like this ſudden poſting back. A
Pow. Some earneſt Buſineſs is a- foot belike :
Whate'er it be, pray God be his good Guide.
L. Pow. Amen, that hath ſo highly us be-ſted. _
L. Cob. Come, Madam and my Lord, we'll hope the
You ſhall not into Wales till he return. beſt:
Pow, Though great Occaſion be we ſhould depart,
Vet, Madam, will we ſtay to be reſolved a
Of this unlook'd- for doubtful Accident. L Exeut.
Enter Murley and his Men prepared in ſome
filthy Order for War.
Mur. Come, my Hearts of Flint; modeſtly, decently,
ſoberly, and handſomly; no Man afore his Maſter : fol-
low your Maſter, your Captain, your Knight that ſhall
be, for the Honour of Meal men, Millers and Malt-men.
Dun is the Mouſe : Dick and Tom for the Credit of Dur-
fable, ding down the Enemy to-morrow. Ye ſhall not
come into the Field like Beggars. Where be Leonard and
Lawrence my two Loaders ? Lord have Mercy upon us,
what a World is this? I would give a Couple of Shil-
lings for a Dozen of good Feathers for ye, and forty:
Pence for as many Scarfs to fet you out withal. Froſt
and Snow, a Man has no Heart to fight till he be brave.
Dick. Maſter, we are no Babes, our Town Foot- Balls
can bear Witneſs ; this little *parrel we have ſhall off,
and we'll fight naked before we run away.
Jom. Nay, I'm of Lawrence Mind for that; for he
means to leave his Life behind him: he and Leonard,
your two Loaders, are making their Wills, becauſe: they
have Wives. Now we Batchelors bid our Friends
ſcramble for our Goods, if we die: But Maſter, pray
let me ride upon Cut. 4
Mur. Meal and Salt, Wheat and Malt, Fire and Tow, -
Froſt and Snow ; why Tom, thou ſhalt. Let me ſee,
here are you; William and George are with my Cart;
and Robin and Hodge holding my own two Horſts ;-
Dich,
36 Phe Hiſtoryof
Dick. But Maſter, Maſter, methinks you are mad to
hazard your e own Perſon, and a Card-Load of «rad
too. |
«+ Tom. Yea, and Maſter, there? 8s a cul Matter in't ;
if it be as I heard ſay, we go fight againſt all the learn-
ed Biſhops, that ſhould give us their Bleſſing, and if
the Carle u e us, we ſhall 8 ne ne'er the better.
ick. Nay Birlady, ſome ſay the King takes their
Part, and Maſter dare you | fight againſt the King ?
Mur. Fie paltry, paltry, in and out, to and fro upon
Occaſion, if the King be ſo unwiſe to come there, we'll
fight with him too.
Tom. What, if ye ſhould kill the King 1
> a Then we'll make another..
. Dick, Is that all? Do ye not Peak Treaſon *
Mur. If we do, who dare trip us? We come to fight
for our Conſcience, and for Honour ; little know you
what is in my Boſom, look here mad Knaves, a pair of |
gilt Spurs.
Tom. A pair of Golden Spurs Why do you rot put
them on your Heels? Your Boſom's no place for Spurs.
Mur. Be't more or leſs upon Occafion, I erd have
Mercy upon us. Tom thou'rt a Fool, and thou ſpeakeſt
Treaſon to Knight. hood: Dare any wear Gold or Silver
Spurs, till he be a Knight? No, I ſhall be Knighted
| Fo-morrow, and then they ſhall on: Sirs, was it ever
read in the Church- book of Dunſtable, that ever Malt-
man was made Knight? |
Tom. No, but you. are more : Von are Meal. man,
Malk man, Miller, Corn-maſter, and all
Dick. Vea, and half a Brewer tos, and the Devil
* and for all Wealth: You bring more Money with you
than all the reſt.
Mur. The. more's my Honour, I ſhall be a Knight
Tomorrow. Let me ſpoſe my Men, Tom upon Cur,
Diel upon Heb, Hodge upon Ball, Ralph upon Sor Fel,
1115 Robin upon the Fore- horſe.
Euter Acton, Bourn, and Bevertey.
Tom, Stand, who comes there? 5 2
AA. All F riendi, good Fellow.
Mur. Friends and Fellows indeed, Sir Roger,
Sir Joun OLpcasTLE. 37
As. Why, thus you ſhew your ſelf a Gentleman,
To keep your Day, and come ſo well prepared.
Your Cart ſtands yonder guarded by your Men,
Who tell me it is loaden well with Coin. |
What Sam is there?
Mur. Ten thouſand Pound, Sir Roger, and modeſtly,
| decently, ſoberly, and handſomely, fee what I have
here againſt I be Knighted.
AX. Gilt Spurs? Tis well.
Mur. Where's our Army, Sir?
AF, Diſperſt in ſundry Villages about; |
Some here with us in High gate, ſome at Finchley,
Totnam, Enfiold, Edmonton, Newington, ©
Alington, Hog ſdone, Pancredge, Kenſington,
ome nearer, Thames, Ratcliff, Blachævall and Bow :
But our chief Strength muſt be the Londoners. ©
Which, ere the Snn 'To-morrow ſhine,
Will be near fifty Thouſand in the Field. 4p
Mur. Marry, God dild ye, dainty my Dear, but
upon Occafjon, Sir Reger Aon, doth not the King
know of it, andgather his Power againft us ?
AR. No, he's ſecure at Eltham. |
Mur. What do the Clergy? ß
Ad. Fearextreamly, yet prepare nd Force.
Mur. In and out, to and fro, bully my Boykin, we
ſhall carry the World afore us, I vow, by my Worfhip,
when I am Knighted, we'll take the King napping, if
he ſtand on their Part, ee agen,
Ad. This Night we few in High- gate will repoſe,
With the firſt Cock we'll rife and arm our ſelves,
To be in Ficket-feld by break of Day,
And there expe& our General.
Mur. Sir Fobn Oldcaftle, what if he comes not?
Bourn, Vet our Action ſtands.
Cir Roger Acton may ſupply his Place. BY”
Mur. True, Mr. Bourn, but who ſhall make me
Knight ? 3 *
Bew. He that hath Pow'r to be our General.
Ac. Talk not of trifles, come let us away,
Our Friends of London long till it be Day Exeunt.
y | Enter Prieſt and Doll. | |
Doll. By my troth, thou art as jealous a Man 7
3 | rieft,
r Hffory of
Piet. Can'ſt thou blame me, Doll, thou art my
Lands, my Goods, my Jewels, my Wealth, my Purſe,
nene walks within — Miles of London plies thee as
truly, as the Pariſh does the poor Man's Box.
Doll. J am as true to thee, as the Stone in the Wall,
and thou know ſt well enough, I was in as good doing,
when I came to thee, as any Wench need to be; and
therefore thou haſt tryed me that thou haſt; and I will
not be kept as I ha bin, that I will not.
Prieſt. Doll, if this Blade hold, there's not a Pedlar
walks with a Pack, but thou ſhalt as boldly chuſe of his
Wares, as with thy ready Money in a Merchant's Shop,
we'll have as good Silver as the King Coins any.
Del, What, is all the Gold ſpent. you took the laff
Dax from the Courtier ?
rieft. "Tis gone Doll, tis flown ; ; W come,
merrily gone; be comes a Horſe-back that muſt pay for
all; we'll have as good Meat as Money can get, and as
ese Gowns as can be bought for Gold, be ry
ench, the Malt-man comes on Monday.
Dell. You might have left me at Cobham, until you.
had been better provided for.
Prieſt. No, * weet Doll, not T like not that, yon old:
Rnffian is not forthe Prieft, I do not like a new Clerk
ſhould come in the old Belfrey.
Doll. Thou art a mad Prieft faith. |
Prisft. Come Doll, I'll ſee thee ſafe at ſome Ale-hou'e
here at Gray, and the next Sheep! that comes ſhall leave
behind his Fleece. . _ [ Exeunt.
; Enter the King, Suffolk, and Butler.
King, in great haſte. M 2 Lord of Suffolk poſt away
| for Life,
And let our Forces of ſuch Horſe and Foot,
As can be gathered up by any Means,
Make ſpeedy Rendevous in Tuttle-fields.
It muſt be done this Evening, my Lord,
This Night the Rebels mean to draw to Head
Near 1/:ngton.. which if your Speed prevent not,
If once they ſhould unite their ſeveral Forces,
Their Power is almoſt thought Invincible. e..
Away, my Lord, 1 will be with you ſoon.
Suf. I go, my Sovereign with all happy Speed. og:
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3
Sir Joux OLpcasTLE. 39
4 King. Make haſte my Lord of Suffo/k, as you love us.
e Butler, Poſt you to Landes with all Speed:
4 Command the Mayor and Sheriffs on. their Allegiance,
The City Gates be preſently ſhut uf,
: And guarded with a ftrong ſufficient Watch,
And not a Man be ſuffered to paſs, *
j Without a ſpecial Warrant from our ſelf.
* Command the Poſtern by the Tower be kept,
And Proclamation on the Pain of Death
F Fhat not a Citizen ſtir from his Doors,
i Except ſuch as the Mayor and Sheriffs ſnall chuſe
a For their own Guard, and ſafety of their Perſons:
. Butler away, have care unto my Charge.
Bat. I go, my Sovereign. ' _
King. Butler. |
98 But. My Lord.
. King, Go down by Greenwich, and command a Boat,
At the Fryars- Bridge, attend my coming down. 2
But. 1 will, my Lord. [Exits
King. It's time I think to look unto Rebellion,
When Acton doth expect unto his Aid,
No leſs than fifty thouſand Londoners.
. Well, I'll to x wc in this Diſguiſe,
N JI 0o hear what News is ſtirring in theſe Brawls.
Enter Priefl,
Prieft. Stand true Man, fays a Thief.
| King. Stand Thief ſays a true Man: How if a Thief?
Priel. Stand Thief too. |
King, Then Thief or true Man. I muſt ſtand I ſee,
bowſoever the World wags, the Trade of Thieving yet
will never down. What art thou?
Priæſt. A good Fello W).
Ling. So I am too, I fee thou doſt know me.
Prieſt. If thou be a good Fellow, play the good Fel-
lows Part, deliver thy Purſe without more ado. -
King. 1 have no Money. |
i Prieſt. I muſt make you find ſome before we part, if
you have no Money, you 'ſhall have Ware, as many
ſound Blows as your Skin can carry.
King. Is that the plain Truth?
Prieſt. Sirrah, no more ado; come, give me the
Money you have, Diſpatch, I cannot fland all Day.
0 | King.
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40 _ The Eb ＋
King. Well if thou wilt needs have it, ha it is;
juſt the Proverb, one Thief robs another. Where the
Devil are all my old Thieves? Fa//taffe that Villain is
fo Fat, he cannot get on's Horſe, but methinks Pains
and Peto ſhauld be ſtirring hereabouts.
\ Prieſt. How much is there on't of thy Word 7
King. A hundred Pound. in Angels, on my Word.
The time has been I would have done as much a
For thee, if thou had'ſt paſt this Way, as I have now.
Prieſt. Sirrah, what art thou? Thou ſeem'ſt a Gen-
'*tleman ? ?, -
Kling. I am no leſs, yet a poor one now, for thou haſt
all my Money.” _. |
Prieſt. From whence cam ſt thou |
King. From the Court at E/rham. |
Pig. Art thou one of the King's Servants?
King. Ves, chat Jam, and one of his Chamber.
"Prieſt. Lam glad thou rt no worſe; thou may ſt the
better ſpare thy Money, and think thou might'ſt get E
poor Thief his Pardon if he ſfiould have need ?
King. Yes, that I can.
Pri. Wilt thou do fo muck for me, when Z. man
have Occaſion? f 9
King. Ves, Faith vill I. ſo it be for no Murther. *
Prieſt. Nay, I am a pitiful Thief, all the hurt 7 do
a Man, I take but his Purſe, 71! kill no Man,
. King, Then of my Word I' dot.
Prieſt. Give me thy Hand of the fame,
King. There tis.
Prieſt, Methinks the e be good toTk: eyes, |
becauſe he has been a Thief himſelf, although 1 think.
now he turn'd a true Man
King. F aith have heard indeed as had an ill Name
that way in's Youth; but how can ſt thou tell that. he
has been a Thief?
Prieſt. How? Becauſe he once robb'd me beſore 7
fell to the Trade my ſelf, when that foul villarous
Gut, that led him to YA that Roguery, Was in 8 Wn,
pany there, that Falſtaff. |
King. Well, if he did rob thee then, thou art —
even with him now Pt be {warn Aide]: Thou knaw-
eſt not the King now It Ranks if end ſaweſt him ? Pug
Prieſt.
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Sir Jonx OLDCASTLE. 41
Prieſt. Not I, i'faith. Apes, |
ng. So it ſhould ſeem. 3 4 8
Prieſt. Well, if old King Harry had liv'd, this King
that is now, had made Thieving che beſt Trade in Eng-
land. | | | |
King. Why ſo ? ; | .
Prieſt. Becaule he was the chief Warden of our Com-
pany, it's pity that e'er he ſhould have been a King, he
was ſo brave a Thief, But Sirrah, wilt remember my
JJ HH 7 1-97
King. Yes Faith will 7. 8
Prieſt, Wilt thou? Well then, becauſe thou ſhalt go
fate, for thou may'ſt hap {being ſo early) be met with
again, before thou come to Southwark, if any Man
when he ſhould bid thee good Morrow, bid thee ſtand,
fay thou but Sir John, and they will let thee paſs.
King. I that the Word? Then let me alone.
Prieſt. Nay, Sirrah, becauſe I think indeed 7 ſhall
have ſome Occaſion to uſe thee, and as thou com'ſt oft
this Way, I may light on thee another Time not know-
ing thee, here 711 Break this as a Token betwixt thee .
and me. " |
King. Goda Mercy; farewel. | Exit.
Prięſt. O my fine golden Slaves here's for thee,
Wench, i'faith. Now, Doll, we will revel in our Be-
Rever, this is a Tythe Pig of my Vicarage. God a
mercy Neigt our Shooters-Hill, you ha paid your
Tythe hoheſtly. Well, J hear there is a Company of
Rebels up againſt the King, got together in Ficker-field
near Holbozxy, and as it is thought, here in Kent, the
the King will be there to Night in's own Perfon : Well
Il go to the King's Camp, and it ſhall go hard, if
there be any doings, but 7ll make ſome good Boot a-
mong them. | | 5 |
= nter. King, Suffolk, Huntington, ard tuo with
1951. 2 7 og 5
King, My Lords of Suffolk and of Huntington,
Who jcouts it now? Or who ſtand Centinels?
What Men of Worth? What Lords do walk the round?
72 May't pleaſe your Highneſs.
5 Peace, no more of that,
The King's afleep, wake not his Majeſty
Wich
42 The Hiſtory of
With Terms nor Titles, he's at reſt in Bed.
King's do not uſe to watch themſelves, they Sleep,
And let Rebellion and Conſpiracy
Revel and havock in the Commonwealth.
Fs London look'd unto ? ;
Hunt. It is my Lord, I
Your noble Uncle Exeter is there,
Your Brother Clouceſter, and my Lord of Warwick,
Who, with the Mayor and Aldermen
Do guard the Gates, and keep goed Rule within.
The Earl of Cambridge, and Sir Thamas Gray, ö;
Do walk the round, Lord Scrogp and Butler ſcout: -
So though it pleaſe your Majeſty to jeſt,
3 you in Bed, well might you take your Ref.
2 I thank you Lords; but you do know of old, .
have been a perfect Night- walker:
2 you ſay, is ſafely lookt unto,
Alas, poor Rebels, there your Aid muſt fall,
And the Lord 2 Sir Jah Oldcaſtle, |
Quiet in Kent; Acton, you aredeceiv'd :
Reckon again, you count without your Hoſt.
To morrdw you ſhall give account to us,
Till when, my Fri en „ this Jong cold Winter's Night
Haw can we ſpend ? K 7 is aſleep,
And all his Lords, theſe i et Ee tell as fo :
All Friends at Foot-ball, Fellows all in F ield,
Harry, and Dick, and George, bring us a Drum,
Give us ſquare Dice, we'll keep this Court of Guard,
For all good Fellows Companies that come.
Where's that mad Prieſt ye told me was 4 Arms
To Fight, as well as Pray, if need me. |
Sulf. He's in the Camp, and if he knew of this,
I undertake he would not be long hence.
King. Trip Dick, trip George.
Hunt. I muſt have the Dice ; what do. we Play at >
Suff. Paſſage, if you pleaſe. x +
2. 7 raya Fog ſo at all.
King. George, you are out.
Give me the Dice, I paſs, for twenty Pound,
Here's to our lucky Paſſage in France.
Hunt. Harry, you pals indeed, for you wp all.
Suf. A Sign: King * ſhall ſweep all in Fance.
Enter
Sir Jens OLDcasTLE. 43
Enter Priest.
Prieſt. Edge ye good Fellows, take a freſh e in.
King. Maſter Parſon, we play nothing but Gold.
Prich. And, Fellow, I tell thee that the Prieſt hath
Gold, Gold ; what ? ye are but Beggarly Soldiers to me,
I think T have more Gold than all you three.
Hunt, It may be ſo, but we believe it not.
King. Set, Prieſt, ſet, I paſs for all that Gold,
Prieſt. Ye paſs indeed.
King. Prieſt, haſt any more ?
Pre of More ? What a Queſtion 's that?
T tellthee, I have more than all you three.
At theſe ten Angels.
King. I wonder how thou com'ft by all this Gold.
* many Benefices haſt thou, Prieſt ?
4 4 Faith, but one; doſt wonder how Fcome by Gold?
I wonder rather how poor Sbldiers ſhould have Gold; for
T']] tell thee, good Fellow, we have every Day Tythes,
| Of rings, Chriſtnings, Weddings, Burials ; ws? 4 you poor
Snakes come ſeldom to a Booty. III ipeak a proud Word,
I have but one Parſonage, Wrotham, tis hetter than the.
Pithoprick of Rochefier ; There's neter a Hill, Heath, nor
Down in all Kent, but tis in my Pariſh, Bara down,
Cobham- dogun. Gads-bi 11, Wrotham- bill, Black-heath,
Cocks-heath, Birchth-awood, all pay me Tythe, was,
In a ! ye pals not for that.
Suf. Harry, ye are out; now, Parſon, ſhake the Dice:
Prieſt. Set ſet, Tl cover ye, at all: A plague on't E
am 01 ; the deri, "an Dice, and. a Wench, wilt
truſt them?
Su Say'ft thou ſo, Prieſt ? ſet fair, at all for once.
King. Out, Sir, pay all.
Prięſt. Sir, pay me Angel Gold,
i] none of your crack'd French Crowns nor Piſtolets,
Pay me fair Ange] Gold, as I pay you
King. No crack'd French Crowns ? I hope to ſee more
crack'd French Crowns ere long,
Prieft. T hou meant of French Mens Crowns, wha
the King's in France.
Hun. Set round, at all.
Prieft. Pay all: This is ſome luck.
King. Give me the Dice, tis I muſt ſired the Prieft
At ally Sir Jobn.
44 - The Hi enn x |
Prieft. The Devil and all yours: At * _ 'Sdeath, 4
what caſting's this? Mt
Suft Well thrown, Harm, fait. 1.
King. IIl caſt better yet. 8
Prieft. Then Tll be hang d. ' Sirrah, haſt thou net WW Pf
giv n thy Soul to the Devil for caſting iy | 1
King. I paſs for all.
Prieft. Thou paſſeſt all that e er I plaid withal: F
Sirrah, doſt thou not cog, nor foiſt, nor ſlur ? _ T
King. Set, Parſon, ſet, the Dicedie in my Hand, ;
When, Parſon; when? what, can * find no more? 7
Already dry? was t you bragg d of your Store? 7
Prieft. All's gone but that, | Ak
Hun. What? half a broken Angel. ny
Pri:ft. Why, Sir? "tis Gold. | Of.
King. Yea, and [I'll cover it. Wh
Prieß. The Devil give you good on't, I am blind; p
you have blown me up. To
King. Nay, tarry, Prieſt, you ſhall not leave us yet, ¶ por
Do not theſe Pieces fit each other well ? | Tha
Prieft. What if they do ? Let
_ King. Thereby begins a Tale: P
There was a Thief, in Face much like Sir. Fohn, 65
| But twas not he, That Thief was all in green, ; 5
- Met me laſt Day, on Black-heath, near the Parks „ Sale
ith him a Woman. I was all alone by J
And Weaponleſs, my Boy had all my Tools, *
And was before providing me a Boat. 8 Pp
Short Tale to — Sir obn, the Thief. T: mean, T |
Took a juſt hundred Pound in Gold from me, 1
I ſtorm d at it, and ſwore to be reveng d Tot
If &er we met: He, like a luſty Thief, DS, Yo
Brake with his Teeth this Angel juſt in es. Je * 8
To be Token at our meeting next ; | Foo
Provided I ſhould charge no Officer - N 3
To apprehend him but at Weapon's Point 3
—— that, and what he had beſidde. þ
Well met, Sir Fohbn, betake ye to your Tools 2
By Torch- light, for, Maſter Parſon, you are he On 5
That had my Gold.
Prieft. Zounds, I won't in Play, in fair ſquare Play, .
of the Keeper of Eltham-Park, and that I will main. But :
tain with this poor Whyniard ; be you two honeſt Men P/
4
not
id ;
ay ,
Tiirk
len
Sir JohN OLDCASTLE. 45
to * and and look upon 8, and let's alone, and neither
* King. Agreed, V charge ye do not budge a Foot.
Sir John, have at ye,
1 Soldier, ware your Sconce. |
As they proffer, Enter Butler, and draws fis Sword
part them.
But. Hold, Villain, hold; my Lords, what d'ye mean,
To ſee a Traitor draw againſt the King ?
Prieſt. The King! God's Will, I am in a proper pickle.
King. Butler, what News? Why doft thou trouble us?
But. Pleaſe youy Majeſty, it's break of Day,
And as I ſcouted near to 1/ington, |
The Grey-ey'd Morning gave me glimmering,
Of armed Men coming down Hagate- Hill,
Who by their Courſe are coaſting hitherward.
King. Let us withdraw, myLords, prepare our Troops,
To charge the Rebels if there be ſuch Cauſe:
For this lewd Prieſt, this deviliſh Hypocrite,
That is a Thief, a Gameſter, and what not,
Let him be hang'd up for Example fake. .
Prieſi. Not ſo, my gracious Sovereign, I confeſs I am
a frail Man, Fleſh and Blood as others are; but ſet my
imperfections aſide, ye have not a taller Man, nor a truer
Subject to the Crown and State, than Sir ohn of Wro-
tham is.
King will a true Subject rob his King?
ry Th Alas ! twas 1gnorance : and Want, my gracious |
iege.
King. "Twas want of Grace. Why, you ſhould be as Salt
To ſeaſon others with good Document;
Your Lives as Lamps, to give the People Light,
As Shepherds, not as Wolves to ſpoil the Flock ;
Go hang him, Butler.
But. Did'ſt thou not rob me?
Prieſt. I muſt confeſs 7 ſaw ſome of your Gold, but,
my dread Lord, I am in do Humour for Death; God
will that Sinners live, do not you cauſe me to die.
Once: in their Lives the beſt may go aſtray, and, if the
* ſay true, your ſelf, my Liege, have been a Thief.
Kay { confeſs I have,
repent, and have redaim'd my ſelf
2 3 So will Ido, if you will give me time.
46 Te Hiftory 8
King. Witt thou? my Lords, will you be his Sure -
ties:
Hunt. That when he robs again he ſhall be ange ;
Prieft. I ask no more.
Ling. And we will grant thee that,
Live and repent, and prove an honeſt Man,
Which when I hear, and ſafe return from France,
PI give thee living. Till when, take thy —
But ſpend it better than in Cards or A
For better Virtues fit that Coat of thine.
Prieſt. Vivat Rex & currat Lex, My Liege, 5 if ye
have cauſe of Battle, ye ſhall ſee Sir Fohn beſtir himſelf
in your Quarrel. [Exennt.
An Alarum. Enter King, Suffolk, Huntington, Sir John
bringing in Acton, Beverly, and Murly, Priſoners.
King. Bring in thoſe Traitors, whoſe aſpiring Minds
Thought to have triumph'd in our Overthrow :
But now ye fee, baſe Villains, what Succels
Attends ill Actions, wrongfully attempted. -
Sir Roger Acton, thou retain'ſt the Name
Of Knight, and ſhouldſt be more; diſcreetly temper'd
Than join with Peaſants, Gentry is Divine,
But thou haſt made it more than popular.
Act. Pardon, my Lord, tay. Conſcience urg'd me to i it.
King. Thy Conſcience! [ Then Conſcience 1s corrupt,
For in thy Conſcience thou art bound to us,
And in thy Conſcience thou ſhouidit. love thy Country,
Elſe what's the difference twixt a Chriſtian,
And the uncivil Mariners of the Turk?
Bev. We meant no hurt unto your une
But Reformation of Religion.
King. Reform Religion? Was it chat you fought 2
J pray who gave you that Authority?
Belike then we do hold the Scepter up,
And fit within the Throne, but for a Cypher.
Time was, good Subjects would make known their Grief,
And pray Amendment, not inforce, the ſame, - _
Unleis their King were Tyrant, Ws 1 * 15
You cannot juſtly ſay that Haryy i 8
What 1s that other? .
SJ. A Malt Man, my Lord,
And n in . as he ſays, |
it.
es,
To wear theſe Spurs, when you were Kni
Sir Jon Ox DpSAS TEE. 47
King. Sirrah, what made you leave your Barly- breth,
To come in Armour thus againſt your King? g
Mur. Fie, paltry, paltry, to and fro, in and out
upon occaſion, what a World is this? Knighthood, my
Liege, *twas Knighthoed brought me hither, they told
me I had Wealth enough to make my Wife a Lady.
King. And ſo you brought theſe Horſes which we ſaw
Trapt all in coſtly Furniture, and meant
ighted once.
Mur. In and vut upon Occaſion I did. 2
King. In and out upon Occaſion, therefore you ſhall
be hang'd, and in, the ſtead of wearing thoſe Spurs upon
your Heels, about your Neck they ſhall bewray your
Folly to the World. , "OT
Prieſt. In and out upon Occaſion, that goes hard.
Mur. Fae, paltry, paltry, to and fro; good my
Liege, a Pardon, I am ſorry for my Fault.
King. That comes too late; but tell me; went there
none beſide Sir Rozer Acton, upon whom
You did depend to be your Governor? |
Mur. None, my Lord, but Sir Jobn Oldcafthe.
Enter Biſhop of Rocheſter.
King. Bears he a part in this Conſpiracy ?
Ad. We look'd, my Lord, that he would meet us here,
King. But did he promiſe you that he would come ?
AX. Such Letter we received forth of Kent.
Roch. Where is my Lord the King? Health to
yvour Grace. . 8 EO
Examining, my Lord, ſome of theſe Rebels,
It is a general Voice among them all,
That they had never come 'into this Place,
But to have met their valiant General,
The good Lord Cobham, as they title him:
Whereby, my Lord, your Grace may now perceive,
His 'Treafon is apparent, which before N
He fought to colour by his Flattern.
King. Now by my Royalty I would have ſworn,
But for his Conſcience, which I bear withal,
There had not liv'd a more true-hearted Subject.
Roch. It is but counterfeit, my gracious Lord,
And therefore may it pleaſe your Majeſty,
To ſet your Hand unto this Precept here,
a»
4 Tie Hiftoryof ©
By which we'll cauſe him forthwith to appear,
And anſwer this by order of the Law.
King. Not only that, but take Commiſſion
Jo ſeareh, attach, impriſon, and condemn
This moſt notorious Traitor as you pleaſe.
Roch. It ſhall be done, my Lord, without delay:
So now I hold, Lord Cobham in my Hand,
That which ſhall finiſh th y diſdained Life,
King. I think the Iron Age begins but now,
Which learned Poets have fo often taught,
Wherein there is no Credit to be given,
To either Words, or Looks, or ſolemn Oaths,
For if he were, how often hath he ſworn, .
How gently tun'd the Muſick of his Tongue,
And with what amiable Face beheld he me,
When all, God. knows, was. but Hypocriſy.
Enter Lord Cobham.
Cob. Long Life and proſperous Reign unto my Lord.
Kling. Ah, Villain, canſt thou wiſh Proſperity,
Whoſe Heart includeth nought but Treachery ?
I do arreſt thee here myſelf, falſe Knight,
Of Treaſon capital againſt the State.
Cab. gy” wer mighty Prince? your Grace mit-
1 hope it is but in the way of Mirth.
King. Thy Neck fhall feel it is in earneſt ſhortly, .
Dar'ſt 8 intrude into my Preſence, knowing
How heinouſly thou haſt offended us?
But this 1s — accuſtomed deceit,
Now thou perceiv'i thy Purpoſe is in vain,
With ſome excuſe or other thou wilt come
To clear thyſelf of this Rebellion. |
a jog Rebellion, good my Lord, I know — none.
King. If you deny it, here is Evidence. |
See you theſe Men; you never counſelled,
Nor offered them aſſiſtance in their Wars?
Cob. Speak, Sirs, not one but all, I crave no a.
vour.
Have ever I been converſant with you?
Or written Letters to incourage you?
Or kindled by the leaſt or 1 — part
Sr Joux OrycasTLE. 49
Of this your late unnatural Rebellion?
tor I dare the uttermoſt you can.
Mar. In and out upon Occaſion, I know you not.
Ea No, didſt thou not fay, that Sir John 1
Was one with whom 97 propos d to have met:
Mur. True, I did ſay ſo, but in what reſpect,
Becauſe I heard it was — ory Ne." -
King. Was there no other Argument but -that ?
"IE. 1 muſt confeſs we have no other Ground
But only Rumour to accuſe this Lord,
Which now | ice was meerly fabulous. .
King. The more pernicious you to taint him then,
Whom ye know was not faulty, yea or no.
Cob. Let this, my Lord, which I preſent your Graoe
Speak for my Loyalty, read theſe Articles,
an then give Sentence of my Life or Death. |
—9 4 Earl of Cambridge, Scroop and Gray corrupted
With Bribes from Charles of France, either to win
My Crown from me, or fecretly contrive
My Death by Treaſon? Ts't poſſible?
Cob. 1 is the Platform, and their Hands, my
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Each ſeverally ſubſcribed to the fame.” 5
King. Oh never heard of baſe. Ingratitude?
Even "Thoſe! hag within my Boſom moſt,
Are readieſt evermore to ſting my Heart.
Pardon-me, Cobham, I have done thee wrong,
Hereafter I will live to make amends. -
Ts then their time of meeting ſo near hand ?
We'll meet with them but little for their Eaſe,
If God permit. Go take thele Rebels hence,
Let them have martial Law ? But as for thee,
Friend to thy King and. Country, till be free. B —
Mar. Be it more br leſs, what a World is this?
Would I had continued ſtill of the Order of Knaves,
And ne'er fought Knighthood, fince it coſts
So dear: Sir Roper, I may thank you for all.
AX. Now ti: too late to have it remedied,
I pritkee, Murlcy, de not urge me with it. |
Hunt. Will you away, and make ne more to do?
Mur. Fie, paltry, paltry,to and fro, as Occaſion ſerves,
OTE 2 take 22 |
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Hunt,
.
Fo The Hiſtory ef
Hunt, No; good Sir Knight, e'en take it yourſelf.
Mur. I could be glad to give my Betters Place.
PExeunt,
Enter Biſhop of Rocheſter, Lord Warden, Cromer the
' Sheriff, Lady Cobham, and Attendants.
Roch. Ltell ye, Lady; it's impoſſible ©
But you ſhould know where he conveys himſelf :
And you have hid him in fome ſecret Place.
L. Cob. My Lord; believe me, as I love my Soul;
I know not where my Lord my Huſband is.
Roch. Go to, go. to, you're an Heretick 3;
And will be forc'd by Torttre to confeſ:
If fair Means will not ſerve to make you tell.
I. Cob. My Hufband is a Noble Gentleman,
And need not hide himſelf for any Fat ©
That e'er 7 heard of; therefore wrong him not.
Roch. Your Huſband is a dangerous Schifmatick ;
Traitor to God, the King, and Comton-wealth :
And therefore Mr. Cromer, Sheriff of Kent,
I charge you take her to your Cuſtody';
And ſejze the Goods of Sir John Oldcaftle
To the King's Uſe: let her go in no more
To fetch fo much as her Apparel out;
There is your Warrant from his Majeſty.
War. Good my Lord Biſhop, pacify your Wrath
Againſt the Lady. = 5
Roch. Then let her confeſs 3
Where Olacaſtle her Husband is conceal'd.
Way. I dare engage mine Honour and my Life,
Poor Gentlewotnan, the is ignorant |
And innocent of all his Practices,
If any Evil by him be practiſet. 5
Roch. If my Lord Warden? Nay, then J charge
- YOu, ED ka
That all 8 Cinque-Ports wheredf you are chief,
Be laid forthwith, that he eſcapes us not.
Shew him his Highneſs's Warrant, Mr. Sheriff.
War. I am ſorry for the noble Gentleman.
"Roch. Peace, he comes here ; now do your Office.
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Enter Harpocl and Lord Cobham.
Cob. Harpool, what Buſineſs have we here in Hand?
51
What makes the Biſhop and the Sheriff here ?
J fear my coming home is dangerous;
I would 7 had not made ſuch Haſte to Cobham.
Har. Be of good Cheer, my Lord; if they be Foes,
we'll ſcramble ſkrewdly with them: if they be Friends
they are welcome. 3 |
Sher. Sir Fobn Oldcaſile Lord Cobham, in the King's
Name, I arreſt you of High- Treaſon.
Cob. Treaſon ! Mr. Cromer ?
Har. Treafort! Mr. Sheriff; what Treaſon ?
Cob, Harpool, I charge thee ſtir not; but be quiet,
Do you arreſt. me of Treaſon, Mr. Sheriff?
Rach. Vea, of High-Treaſop ; Traitor, Heretick.
Cob. Defiance in his Face calls me ſo;
1 am as. true a loyal Gentleman |
Unto his Highneſs, as my proudeſt Enemy:
The King ſhall witneſs my late faithful Service,
For Safety of his Sacred Majeſty. 4 x
Roch, What thou art the Ling's Hand ſhall teſtify.
Shew him, Lord Warden. py
Cob. Jeſu | defend, me:
Is't poſſible your Cunning could fo temper
The Princely Diſpoſition of his Mind,
To fign the Damage of a loyal Subject? |
Well, the beſt is, it bears an Ante-date ; /
-Procur'd'by my Abſence and your Malice:
But V fince that, have ſhew'd myſelf as true,
As any Churchman that dare challenge me:
Let me be brought before his Majeſty;
If he acquit me not, then do your worſt.
Roch. We are not bound to do kind Offices
For any Traitor, Schiſmatick, nor Hererick :
The King's Hand is our Warrant for our Work,
Who is departed! on his Way for France;
And at Southampton doth repoſe this Night. |
Har. O that thou and 7. were within twenty Miles
| of it, on Salizbury-Plain! I would loſe my Head if
thou brought'& thy Head hither again, Agde.
16 --: 4 of ©
Cob. My Lord Warden of the Cinque Ports, and
Lord of Kechefter, ye are joint Commiſſioners; favour
me ſo much, on my Expence, to bring me to the
Kin
1 What, to 8 outhampton RO
Cob. Thither, my good Lord; 5
And if he do not clear me of all Guilt,
And all Suſpicion of Conſpiracy, |
Pawning his Princely Warrant for my Truth *
1 aſk no Favour, but extreameſt Torture:
Bring me, or ſend me to him, good my Lord:
Good my. Lord Warden; Mr. Sheriff, intreat.
I %% beth intreat for bim.
| Come licher Lady; nay, ſweet Wife, forbear _
o heap one Sorrow on another's - x |
Tis Grief enough falſly to be accus'd,
And not permitted to acqfit _
Do not thou with thy Kind reſpective Tears
Torment thy Husband's Heart that bleeds for thee 3
But be of Comfort, God hath Help m Store _
For thoſe that put aſſured Truſt in Him:
Dear Wife, if they commit me to the Tower,
Come up to London, to your Siſter's Houſe 3
That being near me you may comfort me.
One Solace find 7 ſettled in my Soul.
That J am free from Treaſon's very Thought; :.
Only my Conſcience for the Goſpel's Sake,
Js Cauſe of all the Troubles I tuflain., _
L. Cob. O my dear Lord! what ſhall betide of us?
You to the Tower, and 7 turn'd out of Doors:
Our Subſtance ſeiz'd unto his Highneſs' Uſe,
Even to the Garments "longing to our Backs.
Har. Patience, good Madam, TAS at N N wil
mend;
And if they do not, yet our Lives may end.
Roch. Urge it no more; for if an Angel jake
I ſwear by ſweet St. Peter's bleſſed Keys,
Firſt goes he to the Tower, then to the Stake.
Sher. But by your Leave, this Warrant doth not
ſtretch
To impriſon her.
Koch. No; turn her out of 8
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Wherein have I incurr'd your Hate fo far,
That my Appeal unto the King's deny'd ? .
That this fame ancient Servi
Upon my Lord his Maſter iy the Tower.
You had fried for't, ye grizled Heretick.
Sins afore Faſter, and begin new before Hhisſontide.
Sir Jonx OLDcAsTLE. 53
Even as ſhe is; and lead him to the Tower
With Guard enough, for fear of reſcuing. |
L. Cob. O God requite thee thou blood-thirſty Man.
Cob. May it not be, my Lord of Rocheſter ?
Noch. No Hate of mine; but Power of Holy Churcir
Forbids all F avour to falſe Hereticks.
Cob. Your private Malice more than publick Power
Strikes moſt at me ; but with my Life it ends. |
Har. Af4e.] O that I had the Biſhop in that Fear
That once T had his Sumner by ourfelves. |
Sher. My Lord, yet 85 05 Suit unto us all;
man may wait
Koch. This old Iniquity, /this Heretick ?
That in Contempt of our @hurch-Diſcipline,
Compell'd my Sumner to devour his Proceſs ?
Old Ruffian paſt Grace, upſtart Schiſmatick ;
Had not the King pray'd us to parden you,
Har. 'Sblood ! my Lord Biſhop, you wrong me; I
am neither” Heretick nor Puritan, but of the old
Church: I'll fwear, drink Ale, kits a Wench, go to
Maſs, eat Fiſh all Lent, and faſt Fridays with Cakes
and Wine, Fruit and Spicery ; ſhrive me of my old
Sher. A merry mad conceited Knave. my Lord.
Har. That Knave was ſimply put upon the Biſhop.
Koch. Well, God forgive him; and I pardon him:
Let him attend his Matter in the Tober;
For J in Charity wiſh his Soul no Hurt.
Cob. God bleſs my Soul from ſuch co'd Charity.
Roch. To the Tower with him; and when my Lei-
ſure ſerves,
1 will examine him of Articles:
Leok, my Lord Warden; as you have in Charge:
The Sheriff perform his Office. |
War. Ay, my Lord. |
| Enter Sumner with Books. |
Rach, What bring'it thou there? what, Bcoks of |
Hereſy ? |
C 3 Sum,
94 _ The Hiftory of
Sum. 8 my Lord; here's not a Latin Book,
No not ſo much as our Lady's Pialter :
Here's the Bible, the Teſtament, the Pſalms in been *
The Sick Man's Salve, the Treaſure of Gladneſs :
All Engl. 55 no not ſo much but the Almanack's Eng-
"Roch. * with them, to the Fire with them, Clan : |
Now fie upon theſe Upſtart-Hereticks.
All Eng 4/46, burn them; burn them quickly, Clun:
Har. But do not, Sumner, as you'll anſwer it; for
J have there Eng/; 75 Books, my Lord, that I'll not
part withal for your Biſhoprick : Bevis of Hampton.
Oabſeglaſi, The Friar and the Boy, Ellen of Rumming,
Robin Hood, and other ſuch godly Stories; which if
you burn, by this Fleſh I'll make you drink their
Aſhes in St. Marget's Ale. ¶Zæeunt.
Enter the Bijhop of Rocheſter auith his Men
in Livery-Coats.
1 der. Is it your Honour's Pleaſure we mall ſtay,
Or come back in the Afternoon to fetch you ? _
Roch. Now have To brought me here unto the
E | 1 | ens
ou may go back unto. the rter's Lodge;
Where, if ” have Occaſion to employ ye,
I' ſend ſome Officer to call ye to me-
into the City go not, I command ye:
Perhaps, 7 may have preſent Need to uſe ye.
2 Ser. We will atteud your Honenr here without.
3 Ser. Come, we may have a Quart of Wine at.the
Rafe at Parkins ; and come back an Hour before he'll
£9. 1
Ser. We muſt hie us ben
3 Ser. Let's away. LExeunt.
Koch. Ho! Mr. Ann |
Lieut. Who calls th.
Roch. A Friend of 3 ts Oh
Licut. My Lord of Rocheſter ? Your Honours wel-
come.
Roch. Sir, here's my Warrant * che Council,
For Conference with Sir John Oldcaſtle,
Upon ſome Matter of great E AS
Lieut. Ho Sir Fs
Har:
Sir JOHN OLDCASTLE. 8 55
Har. Who calls there? | .
| Lieut: Harpool, tell Sir John, that my Lord of Re-
3 : .., chefter ek Fa : 5
Comes from the Council to confer with him:
J think you may as ſafe without Suſpicion
As any Man in England, as I hear;
For it was you molt labour'd his Commitment.
Roch. I did Sir; and nothing repent it, J aſſure yon.
5 Enter Cobham and Harpoel. 505
Mr. Lieutenant, I pray you give us Leave;
7 muſt confer here with Sir John a little.
Lieut. With all my Heart, my Lord. [Exit.
Har. Afide.] My Lord, be ruld by me; take this
Oecaſion while it is offered: on my Life your Lord-
ſhip: will eſcape. 3 5
ob. No more, I ſay; Peace, leſt he ſhould ſuſpect
Roch. Sir Foahn, I am come to you from the Lords
of the Council, to know if you do recant your Errors.
Cob. My Lord of Rachefter, on good Advice,
" J ſee, my Error; but yet underſtand me,
J mean not Error in the Faith T hold,
But Error in ſubmitting to your Pleaſure;
Therefore your Lordſhip, without more to do,
Muſt be a Means to help me to eſcape,
Rach. What Means, thou Heretick ?
Dar' thou but lift thy Hand againſt my Calling f
Cob. No, not to hurt you, for a Thouſand Pound.
2 Har. Nothing but to borrow your Upper Garment
a little; not a Word more: Peace! for walking the
Children: There, put on; diſpatch, my Lord: Tha
Window that goes out into the Leads is ſure enough;
but for you, Vik bind you ſurely in the inner Room.
Cob. Fhis is well. begun, God ſend. us happy Speed:
Hard Shift, you fee, Men make in Time of Nerd,
2 _ Enter. Serving-men again | 4
1 Szr. 7 marvel: that my Lord ſhould ſtay ſo long.
2 Ser. He hath ſent to ſeek us, I dare lay my Liſe.
3 Ser. We come in good Time ; ſee. where he is
coming. 7
Har. I beſeech you, good my Lord of Rechefter, be
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56 The Hiſtory pe
Cob. The inner Rooms be very hot and cloſe,
I do not like this Air here in the Tower.
Har. His Caſe is hard, my Lord ; you ſhall fafely
get out of the Tower, but I will down upon them, in
which Time get you away: hard under Mington wait
you my Coming, I will bring my Lady ready with
Horſes to get hence.
Cob. Fellow, go back again unto my Lord, and
counſel bim.
Har. Nay. my good Lord of le rn. bring
you to St. Alban's through the Woods, / ant you.
Cob. Villain, away.
Har. Nay, ſince 1 am * the Tower's Liberty.
You part not fo. (He draws,
- Cob. Clubs, Clubs, Cubs.
I Vow Murther, Murther, murther,
2 Ser. Down with him. .
Har. Out ye cowardly Ro gues. [Cobham 2/capes.
Enter Lieutenant _y, his Men.
Lieut. Who is ſo bold to dare to draw a Sword
So near unto the Entrance of the Toaber?
1 Ser. This Ruffian, Servant to Sir _ Olaf,
was like to have ſlain my Lord.
Lieut. Lay hold on him.
Har. Stand off, if you love your Puddings,
35 Biſhop of Rocheſter calls within.
Rech. Help, help, help, Mr. Lieutenant, help.
Lieut. Who's that 1 ? Some Treaſon in the Towy-
er, on my Life; look in: who's that which calls?
Enter Biſpep of Rocheſter hound.
Tieut. Without your Cloak, my Lord of Rocheſter ?
Har. There, now it works; then let me ſpeed :
For now's the fitteſt Time to ſcape away. [Exit.
Lieut. Why do you look ſo ghaſtly kl affrighted ?
Roch. Otdcaftle that Traitor, and his man,
When you had left me to confer with him,
Took, bound, and ſtripp'd me, as you fee ;
And left me lying in this inner comma ö
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Lieut. ©
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Since it ſo
Sir JohN OLDCASTLE. 57
Lieut. And you! Ne'er ſay that the Lord Cel hams
Did here ſet on you like to murther you. Lman
1 Ser. And fo he did. |
Roch. It was upon his Maſter then he did,
That in the Brawl the Traitor might eſcape.
Lieut. Where is this Harpoo/# .
2 Ser. Here he was even now. Th
Lieut, Os, can you tell? they are both eſcap'd,
ppens that he is eſcap'd,
7 am glad you are a Witneſs of the ſame :
It 1 have elſe been laid unte my Charge,
That I had been vonſenting to the Fact.
Roch. Come, | 1 |
Search ſhall be made for him with Expedition, ?
The Havens laid that he ſhall not eſcape, 5 ö
And Hue and Cry continue through England,
To find this damned, dangerous Heretick. [FE xeunt;
Eurer Cambridge, Scroop and Gray, as in & Chamber
and fitting at a Table, conſulting about their Treaſon,
Ring Harry and Suffolk liſlening at the Door.
Cam. In my Opinion, Seroop bath well advis'd 3
Poiſon will be the only apteſt Mean,
And fitteſt for. our Purpoſe to diſpatch him.
Eray. But yet there may be Doubt in their Delivery,
Harry is wiſe ; and therefore, Earl of Cambridge,
J judge that Way not ſo convenient. 145
Scr. What think ye then of this? I am his Bedfellow,
And unſuſpected nightly ſleep with. him.
What if 7 venture in thoſe ſilent Hows,.
When Sleep hath ſealed up all mortal Eyes,
To murther him in Bed? how like ye that?
Cam. Herein conſiſts no Safety for yourſelf,
And you diſclos'd, what ſhall become of us?
But this Day, as ye know, he will aboard,
The Wind's ſo fair, and ſet away for France,
If as he goes, or entering in the Ship |
It might be done, then were it excel/end.
Gray. Why any of theſe, or if you will,
Fil cauſe a preſent Sitting of the Council;
Wherein I will pretend ſome matter of ſuch Weight,
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58 The Hiforyof +
As needs muſt have his Royal Company,
And ſo diſpatch him in his Council Chamber.
Cam. Tuſh, yet I hear net any thing to purpoſe.
J wonder that Lord Cobham ſtays ſo long.
His Council in this Caſe would much avail us.
[The King ſteps in upon them with his Lord.
Scroop. What, ſhall we riſe thus, and — no-
FO I's 5 ing !
King. That were a ſhame indeed: No, ſit again,
And you ſhall have my Counſel in this Caſe : |
If you can find no way to kill the King,
Then you ſhall ſee how I can furniſh ye;
Scroop's way by Poiſon was indifferent,
But yet being Bed - fellow to the King,
And unſuſpected, ſleeping in his Boſom,
In mine Opinion that's the likelier Way,
For ſuch falſe Friends are able to do much,
And filent Night is Treaſon's fitteſt Friend. |
Now, Canibridge, in his ſetting hence tor France,
Or by the Way, or as he goes Aboard 1
Te do the Deed, that was indifferent too,
But ſomewhat doubtful. |
Marry, Lord Gray came very near the Point,
To have the King as Council, and there Murder him,
As Cz/ar was among his deareſt Friends.
Tell me, oh! tell me, you bright Honour's Stains,
For which of all my Kindneſſes ta you, |
Are ye become thus Traitors to the King?
And France muſt have the Spoil of Harry's Life.
Al. Oh pardon us, dread Lord. 1125
King. How, pardon ye? That were à Sin indeed.
Drag them to Death, which juſtly they deſerve:
And France ſhall dearly buy this Villany,
So ſoon as we ſet footing on her Breaſt,
God have the praiſe for our Deliverance,
And next our Thanks, Lord Cobham, is to thee
True perfect Mirror of Nobility. [Exeunt,
| f Enter Prieſt and DolIl.
Prieſt. Come Doll, come, be merry, Wench,
Farewell Rent, we are not for thee,
Be lnſty my Laſs, come for Lancaſhire,
We muſt nip the Boung for theſe Crowns.
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rieſt. Gone, one ;. flown, ſpent, vaniſh"
Devil, of 15 118 has devoured Ell. %
Doll. You; might ye left me ig Kent, till you had
been, better provic
Prieft. No, Doll, no, Kent 8 too hot, 1, Kent's:
too hot; the Weathercock of Wrotham will crow no
longer, we have pluckt him, he has loſt his Feathers,
1 have prun'd him bare, left him thrice, is moulted,
moulted Wench.
Dall. I might. have gone to Service again, eld Mr.
Harpool told we he would provide me a Miſtreſs. ;
Prieſ Beace, Doll, Peace; come mad Wench, I'll:
make thee, an honeſt Woman, we'll into Lancaſhire to
our Friends, the troth is, III marry thee, we want but
a little Money, and Money we will have I warrant thee ;
ſtay, who comes here? Some 1ri/b Villain methinks
that hath ſlain a Man, and now he is rifling on him;
ſtand cloſe, Doll, we'll ſee the End.
Enter the Iriſhman <vith his dead Maſter, and riffes Bim:
Triſh. Alas poe Maſler, Sir Richard Lee, be St. Pa-
17 is rob and cut and cut thy trote, for de ſhain, and
dy Money, and dy Gold Ring, be me truly is love de
wall but now dow be kill de be ſhitten Knave.
Prieſt, Stand, Sirrah, What art thou?
2 Be St. Parrick, Meſter, is poor Iriſhman, i is a.
Pee, Sirrah, Sirrah, pu- re à damn'd Rogue, you
have kill'd a Man here, and rifled him of all that he has:
blood you. Rogue deliver, or I'll not leave you ſo much
as a Hair above your ſhoulders, . you whoreſon - Tri
Dog. ¶ANobs him.
Tris: We's me. St: Patrick, Iſe kill my Maſter for
ſhain and his Ring, and now's be rob of all, me's undo.
Prieſt. Avant von Raſcal, go Sirrah, be walking.
Come Doll, the Devil Laughs when one Thief robs a-
nother; come Wench, we'll to St. Albans, and revel
in our Zower, my brave Girl.
Voll. O thou art old Sir Jobn when all's done i'faith.
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Enter the trimman abithᷣ the Hoſt of the Hal.
Triſh. Be me tro Mafter is poor Iiſhman, is want Iud-
ing, is have no Muey, is ſtarve and cold, good Maſter
give her ſome Meat, is famiſe and tye.
Hot. Faith Fellow I have no Lodging, but what 1
keep for my Gueſts; as for Meat thou ſhalt have as
5 much as there is, and if thou wilt lie in ** Barn, there 3
fair Straw, and Room enough. .
' drifb. Is cank my Maſter hertily.
Hef. Ho, Robin.
Rob. Who calls 2
H * Shew. this poor Irifeman to the Barn, go. Sirrads
ner Carrier and
Club. Who's within here? who looks to the Hottes! ?
Us hat, here's fine Work, the Hens in the Manger and
the Hogs in the Litter, a bots found vou all, * a
Houſe well lookt to i' faith. |
Kate, Mas Goff Club, Iſe very cawd. |
Club. Get in, Kate, get in to the Fire and warm x thee.
Jon of Oftter.? |
Kft. What, Gaffer Club, rde to St. Alan,
How does all Friends in Laxafbite 4
Te: Well, God a Mercy 7 ahn, how do's Tom, where.
3s he?
O/l. Tom's gone from hence, he's at the three Horſe-
loaves at Stony Stratford: how do's old Dick Dun ?
Club. Uds hat, old Dur is moyr'd in a Slou h in
Brick-hill-lane ; a Plague found it, yonder's ſuch abomi-
nation Weather as Was never ſeen.
Ol Uds hat Thief, have one half Peck of Peaſe and
Oats more for that, as Iam John Ofter, he has been
ever as good a Jade as ever traveled.
Club. Faith well ſaid, old Fact, thou art the old Lad ſtill.
,... Come, Gaffer Club, unload, unload, and get to Supper.
Enter the Hoſt, Lord Cobham, and Harpool.
Hoſt. Sir, you're welcome to this Houſe, to ſuch as
' is here with all my Heart; but I fear your Lodgi ng will
be the worſt, I have but two Beds, and they are both
in a Chamber, and the Carrier and his Daughter lies in
the one, and you and your Wife muſt lie inthe other;
Cob. Faith, Sir, for my ſelf I do not greatly Paſs,
My Wife is weary, and would be at reſt,
For we have travell'd very far to Day.
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We muft be content with ſuch as you have.
Het. But I cannot tell how to do with your Man.
Har. What, Ra thou never an empty Room in thy
Ho tor me? | =
Hoſt. Not a Bed in troth. There came a poor Iris
man, and 1 lodg'd him in the Barn, where he has fair
Straw, although he have nothing elſeQQ..
Har. Well, mine Hoſt, I prithee help me to a pair of
clean Sheeis and {Ii go lodge with him
Hojt. By the Mais that thou ſhalt, a good pair of hem
pen Sheets were ne'e lain in: come. © FExeunt.
Baer (Conſtable, Mayor, and Watch.
Mayor. What, have you fearch'd the Town?
Cn. Altthe Town Sir, we have not left a Houſe un.
ſearch'd that uſcs to lodge. & | Fel
Mayor. Surely my Lord of Rache/t: was then deceiv d.
or ill informed of Sir Fohn Olfcafile 3
Or if he came this way, he's paſt the Town,
He could not elſe have eſcap'd you in the Search.
Con. The privy Watch hath been abroad all Night,
And not a Stranger lodgeth in the Town
But he is known, only a luſty Prieſt
We found a- bed with a pretty Wench,
Fhat ſays ſhe is his Wife, yonder at the Shears ;
But we have charg'd the Hoſt with his forth coming
To morraw Morning. |
Mayor. What think you beſt to do?
Con. Faith, Mr. Mayor, here's a few ſtragling Houſes
ond the Bridge, and a little Inn where Carriers uſe to
Y ge, altho' I think ſurely he would ne'er lodge there;
but we'll go ſearch, and the rather becauſe there came
Notice to the Town ths laſt Night of an Jriſoman, that
had done a Murther, whom we are to make ſearch for.
© Mayor. Come I pray you and be circumſpect. [ Exeunt.
Con. Pirſt beſet the Houſe, before you begin to ſearch.
O. Content, every Man take a ſeveral Place.
| l e FL | [4 Noiſe within,
Keep, keep, ſtrike him down there, down wita him.
Euter Conſtable with the Iriſnman in Harpool's Apparel.
Con. Come you villainous Heretick, tell us where
your Maſter is. FLA
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Con. Where's the Lord Cobham, Sir Fobn, au.
that lately eſcaped; out of . eee 1 07
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we'll tonture- you, we'll make you confeſz where. *
arch Heretick is. Come bind him faſt. |
Zriſk: Khone, ahone, abone, a Cree. |
Can. Ahone you crafty Raſcal ? _ [Extunt..
Lord Cobham comes out Stealing in his Gown.
Cob. Harpaol, Harpool, I hear a 9 Noiſe
abaut the Houſe, God Warrant us, . we are * Per-
ſu'd ; what, Har pool?
Har. within) Who calls there?
Cob. Tis I dai chan not hear a Neiſe about the
Houſe?
Har. Ves maryy de I, zounds I cannqt find my
Hoſe; this: 14 Raical that lodg d with me all Night,
hath ſtoln my —_— ne, * left me nothing but a
lowſy Mantle, an . 1*— up, e up⸗
and if the — This Work en
with him as he hath done with ws, e if
ſcape.
Noiſe heard about the Houſe a grit chile, then enter
the Conſtable meeting Harpool in the Iriſhman's Apparel.
- Con. Stand eloſe, here comes the Iriſbmas that did
Hin Murther, by all Tokens this- is he.
Mayor. And perceiving the Houſe beſet, would r
away; ſtand, Sirrah.
Har. What art thou that bidfh. me ſtand?
Con. I am the Officer, and am come to ſearch for
an Iman, ſuch a Villain as thyſelf thou haſt mur
ther d a Man this laſt Night by the higb- way:
Har 'Sblood Conſtable art thou mad ? Am I an
Iribman?
Mayor. Sirrah we'll Fo you an irma. bebe we
Lay +> ann him.
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Come, let's int? Stable to look for. our Capons.
A Pox of this Pigfty at the Houſe: en
It ffs all the Houſe full of Fleas, Osler, Oſtler.
They ha' ſtol'n our 2 here? why Oftler ?
in Yeſter Night
Con. What mine Hoſt, up fo early?
ſons, my ſuch as here we found have apprehended.
bawt quoth a, ods hat I'll forſwear your Houſe ;- you
here; come Kate, come to me, thowſe dizeard Y faith,
ſtand on my Head.
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' Enter Lord Cobham and his Lady, in #he Carrier and
Wensh's. Apparel,
Cob. What will cheſe Oflers ſleep all Day ?
Good morrow, geod morrow, come Wench, come's
Saddle, Saddle, now-afore God two fair Days, ha?
Con. Who goes thera?
Mayor. O tis Lancaſbire Carrier, let them paſs.
Cob. What will no body ope the Gates here!
[Exeunt Cobham and bis 5
Cab. Hoſt, why Oftler? [The Carrier calling.
Zwooks here's ſuch abomination Com __y of Boys:
O,. Who calls there? what would you have?
Club. Z,wooks, do you rob your Gueſts?
Do you lodge Rogues, and Slaves, and Scoundrels, ha ?
Oli. A murren choak you, what a bawling you
Hoft. How: now ? what. would the Carrier have;
Look up there.
Og. They, lay the Man and the Woman that lay by
them, have ftoln their Cloaths.
Heß. What are the firange Folks up yet that came
Hoſt. What Mr. Mayor, and Mr, Conſtable?
Mayor. We are come to ſeek for ſame ſuſpected Per-
Enter Carrier and Kate, i in Cobham and Ladies Apparel.
Cob. Who comes here?
Club. Whaͤ comes here? A pla ague found ome, you
lodg'd a Fellow and his Wife by us, that ha run
away with our Parrel, and left us ſuch Gew-Gaws
Mayor. Mine Hoſt know you. this Man?
Hef. Yes, Maſter Mayor, Ill give my Word fri,
why Neighbour Club, how comes this. Gear about?
Kate. Now a foul: on't, I cannot make this Gew,gaw
Con.
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Con. Saw: come this Man and Woman thus attired 7
E . Here came a Man and Woman hither this
ight, which I did take for ſubſtantial People,
— lodg'd all in one Chamber bu theſe Folks; me-
thinks have been ſo bold to chan nge Apparel, and
gone away this Morning e'er they ro
Mayor. That was that Traitor Oldcafile that thus
eſcapt us, make hue and cry after him, keep faſt the
TI aiterous Rebel his Servant there; farewel mine
Foſt.
: ee "Conia Kate Oe chou and Iſe imly di-
Kate. Thith neam Club, Iſe wot ne'er what to do.
Iſe be ſo flouted and ſo ſhouted at; and by th' Maſs
Te ety: = [Excunt.
Enter Cobham of bis Lady diſguis d.
Cob. Come, Madam, happily eſcap d, here let us Mo
"This Place is far remote from any Path,
. And here. awhile our weary Limbs may reſt
Ta take refreſhing, free-from the 3
E envious Rocheſter.
L. Cob. But where, my Lord, 3
"Shall we find reſt for our diſquiet Minds ? 0 15
Ipbere dwell untamed Thoughts that hardly ſloop,
To ſuch abaſement of diſdained Rags: N
We were not wont to travel thus by Night, ;
„ „ on Foot. |
| Cob. rears matter Love, Extremitie admit. no hettey
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And were it not for thee, fas froward time
Impes'd a great Task, I would efleem it
As lightly as the Wind that blows upon us,
But in thy ſufferance I am doubly taskt;
Thon waſt not wont to have the Earth thy Stool,
Nor the moiſt dewy Graſs thy Pillow, nor
Thy Chamber to be the wide Horizon. :
I. Cob, How can it ſeem a trouble, having you
A Parner with me, in the worſt I fee] ? |
No, gentle Lord, your Preſence would give eaſe
To: "Death itſelf, ſhould he now ſeize upon m.
[Here's Bread and Cheeſe, and a B otlie.
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For fear we faint they are but homely Cates,
Yet ſawe'd with Hunger, they may ſeem as ſweet
As greater Dainties we are wont to taſte.
Cob. Praiſe be to him, whoſe Plenty ſends both this
And all things elſe our mortal Bodies need :
Nor ſcorn we this poor teeding, nor the State
We now are in, for what is it on Earth,
Nay under Heav'n; continues at a ftay ? _
Ebbs not the Sea, when it hath overflown ?
Follows not Darkneſs, when the Day is gone?
And ſee we not ſometimes the Eye of Heav'n
Dim'd with o'er-flying Clouds? There's not that work
Of careful Nature, or of cunning Art,
How ſtrong, how beauteous, or how rich it be,
But falls in time to rain. Here, gentle Madam,
In this one Dranght I waſh my Sorrow down. [ Drinks;
L. Cob. And I, encouraged with your chearful Speech,
Will do the like. 5 ee
Cob. Pray God poor Harpo! come, |
If he ſhould fall into the Biſhop's Hands,
Or not remember where we bad him meet us,
It were the thing of all things elſe, that now
Could breed revolt in this new peace of Mind.
L. Cob. Fear not, my Lord, he's witty to deviſe,
And ſtrong to execute a preſent ſhift.
Cob. That Power be ſtill his Guide hath guided us.
My drowſy Eyes wax heavy; early riſing, -
Together with the Travel we have had,
Makes me that I could take a Nap,
Were I perſuaded we mjght be ſecure. .
L. Cob. Let that depend on me, whilſt you do fleep,
Pl watch that no Misfortune happen us. |
Frys I ſhall, dear Wife, be too much trouble to
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My Duty binds me, and your Love commands,
I would I had the skill with tuned Voice
To draw on ſleep with ſome ſweet Melody.
But imperfection and unaptneſs too
Are both repugnant: Fear inſerts the one,
The other Nature hath denied me uſe.
But what talk I of- Means, to purchaſe that
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Hathy ſhut his Eye: lids. O 1 Labour,
How ſoon thy Power can charm the Body's Senſe?
And now, thou- likewiſe elimb'ſt unto my Brain,
Making my heavy Temple ſtoop to thee.
Great Goda of Heaven, from Danger keep us free.
Enter Dy Richard Lee, and. his Men.
Lee. A Murther cloſely done, and in my Ground? 1
Search carefully, if an) there it were,
This; obſcure, Thicket is the likelieſt Place.
Ser. Sir, I found the Body ſtiff with cold,
And mangled: cruelly, with many Wounds.
Lee. Look if thou know'ſt him, turn his Body up:
© Alack; it is my Son, my Son and: Heir,
Whom. two Years ſince I ſent to Ireland,
To practiſe there the Diſciplme of War,
And coming home, for ſo he wrote to me,
Some 1 Heart, ſome. bloody deviliſk Hand,
Either in hate, or thirſting for his Coin,
Hath here.fluc'd. out his B Blogd. Unhappy = |
A curſed Blace. but moſt unconſtant Fate,
That hadſt reſerv'd him from the Bullets fire,
And ſuffer'd kim to ſcape. the. Wood - kerns fury,
Didſt he erdain the Treaſare of his Life,
Even here within the, Arms of tender Peace,
To be conſum'd by Treaſon's waſteful. Hand?
And which is moſt afflicting to my Soul,
That this his Death and — wh ſhould be. wrought
Without the Knowledge: by. whole: means twas dane.
2 Ser. Net ſo, Sir, I have found the Authors of 1
See where they: ſit, and in their bloody Fiſts
The fatal Inftruments of Death and Sin.
Lee. Juſt Judganent of that Power, whoſe . -
Eye.
Loathing the ſight of i ſuch a heinous ar
Dazling their Senſes with benummin
Till their unhallowed Treachery was:
Awake ye Monſters, Murtherers — .
Tremble for Horror, bluſn you cannot due 0
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Sir Joux Oi. 67
Cob. What mean yon, Sir, Womb weary Souls,
And interrupt us of our quiet Sleep?
Lee. O deviliſh! can you boaſt: unto: yourſely;s.
Of quiet gy having within your Hearts:
The Guilt of Murther waking, that which cries
Deafs the loud 'Fhunder, and ſolicits Heaven |
With more than Mandrake's Shrieks for your Offence?
L. Cob. What Murther ? You upbraid us wrongtully.
Lee. Can you deny the Fact? See you not here
The Body of my Son by you miſdone?
Look. on his Wounds, look on his Purple Hue:
Do we not find. you where the Deed was done?
Were not your Kyives faſt eloſed in your Hands ? |
Is not this Cloth an Argument beſide;
Thus ſtain'd and ſpotted with his innocent Blood?
Theſe ſpeaking Characters, were there nothing elſe.
To plead againſt ye, would eonvict ye both.
To Hartford with them, where the Sies now are kept.
Their Lives ſhall aniwer for my Son's loſt Liſe.
Cob. As we are innocent, ſo we may ſpeed;
Lee. As I am wrong d, ſo may the Law proceed. b
Enter Biſhop of Rocheſter, Confable of St. Alban's with
Prieſl, Dau! and the Iriſhman ix Harpool's Apparel.
Koch. What intricate Confuſion have we here ?
Not two Hours-ſince we apprehended. one
In Habit Ei, but in Speech not-ſo- 3
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But in Habit Eagliſs . Yea, and more than fo,
The Servant of that Heretick Lord Cob bam. |
Trib. Fait, me be no Servant of de Lort Cobham,
Me be Mack Chane of Unter.
Roch. Otherwiſe calbd Harpo! of Kent s Lo to, Sir:
You cannot blind us with your broken Triſh.
Prieft,Traſt me, faid Biſhop, whether Triſs or Engliſh
Harpool, or not Harpaol; that I leave to the Trial:
But ſure I am, this Man by Face and —
Is he that murder'd young Sir Richard Lee:
I met, him dave the ns the Ft?
And that he flew his Maſter for that Gold.
Thoſe Jewels, and that Chain I took from him. |
Rich. Well, our Affairs do call. us back to London;
do that we cannot proſecute the Cauſe | 1
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As we deſire to do, therefore we leave
The Charge with you, to ſee they are convey d
To Hartford Size: Both this Counterfeit, __
And you, Sir Jobs of Wrotbam, and your Wench,
For you are culpable as well as they, |
Though not for Murther, yet for Felony.
But fince you are the means to bring to tight
'This graceleſs Murther, ye ſhall bear with you
Our Letters to the Judges of the Bench,
To be your Friends in what they lawful ma.
Priefl, I thank your Lordſhip. FExennt.
Enter Goaler, bringing forth Lord Cobham.
Goal. Bring forth the Priſoners, ſee the Court prepar'd,
The Juſtices are coming to the Bench: &
So, let him ftand, away and fetch the reſt. [ Exit.
Cob. O give me Patience to endure this Scourge,
Thou that art Fountain of that virtuous Stream,
And tho' Contempt of Witneſs, and Reproach
Hang on theſe Iren Gyves, to preſs my Life
As low as Earth, yet ſtrengthen me with Faith,
That I may mount in Spirit above the Clouds.
Enter Goaler, bringing in Lady Cobham and Harpool.
Here comes my Lady, Sorrow, tis for her
Thy wound is grievous, elſe I-ſcoff at thee. ;
What, and poor Harpos! ! art thou i'th' Briars too?
Har. I'faith, my Lord, I am in, get out how I can,
L. Cob. Say, gentle Lord, for now we are alone,
And may confer, ſhall we confeſs in brief, ö
Of whence, and what we are, and ſo prevent
The Accuſation is commenc'd againſt us |
Cob. What will that helpus ? Being known, ſweet Love,
We ſhall for Hereſie be put to Death, |
For ſo they term the Religion we profeſs.
No, if wedye, let this our Comfort be,
That of the Guilt impos'd our Souls are frees:
Har. Ay, ay, my Lord, Harpool is fo reſolv d,
I wreak of Death the leſs, in that I die TE”
Not by the Sentence of that envicus Prieſt... |
I. Cob. Well, be it then according as Heavens pleaſe
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Enter Lord Fudge, Fuſtices, Mayor of 8 t. Albans, Lord
Powis, and his Lady, old Sir Richard Lee: The Jacke
and Fuſiices take their Places.
Jade. Now, Mr. Mayor, what Gentleman is that,
You bring with you, upon the Bench ?
Mayor. The Lord Powis, if it like your Honour,
And this his Lady, travelling toward Wales ;
Who, for they lodg'd laſt Night within my Houle,
And my Lord Biſhop did lay wait for ſuch,
Were very willing to come on with me,
Leſt for their Sakes, Suſpicion we might wrong.
Fudge. We cry your Honour Mercy, good my Lord,
Willtpleaſe you take your Place. Madam, your Ladyſhip
May here, or where you will, repoſe your ſelf,
Untill this Buſineſs, now in Hand, be paſt.
L. Pow. I will withdraw into ſome other Room,
So that your Lordſhip and the reſt be pleas'd.
Fudge. With all our Hearts: Attend the Lady there.
Poco. Wife, I have ey'd yon Pris'ners all this while,
And my Conceit doth tell me, tis our Friend,
The noble Cobham, and his virtuous Lady. -
L. Pow. I think noleſs, are they ſuſpected forthisMunther?
Pow. What it means
1 cannot tell, but we ſhall know anon.
Mean time, as you paſs by them, ask the queſtion, |
But do it ſecretly you be not ſeen,
And make ſome fign, that I know your Mind.
[4s /be paſſes over the Stage by them.
L. Pow. My Lord Cobham ! Madam?
Cob. No Cobbam now, nor Madam, as you love 3 |
But Fob of Lancaſhire, and Jaan his Wife.
Z. Pow. O tell, what is it that our love can do
To pleaſure you, for we are bound to you ?
Cob. Nothing but this; that you conceal our names;
So, gentle Lady, paſs for being ſpied. |
L. Pow, My Heart I leave, to bear Part of your Grief.
Exit.
Fudge. Call the Priſoners to the Bar : Sir Niete Lee,
What Evidence can you bring againſt thoſe People,
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Lee. This bloody Towel, and theſe * Knives,
Beſide, we found em fitting by the Place +
Where the dead Body lay within a Buſh, | :
2 wo _ anſwer you why Law held: not pro- 5
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F to this Evidence given in,
I uo tax ye with the Penalty of Death?
- Cob, That we are free from Murther's very Thought,
And know not how the:Gentleman was ſlain. -
1 Fuft. How came this Linnen- Cloth ſo bloody then?
L. Cob. My Hufband, hot with N my Lord,
His Noſe guſtad out à blgeding, that was it
2 Toft But How came your ys Fo Knives Un-
ſheath'd ?
1. Cob. To cut ſuch ſimple Victuals as we had.
Fudge. Say we admit this Anſwer to thoſe Articles,
What made you in ſo private a dark Nook, .
So far remote from any common Path, - ]
As was the Thicket where the dead Corps was thrown? Þ
Cob. Journeying, my Lord, from London ous the |
Term,
Down i into Lancaſhire, where we do dwell ; |
And what with Age and Travel being faint,
We gladly ſought a Place where we might reſt
Free from Reſort of other Paſſengers, |
And ſo we ſtray'd into that ſecret Corner.
Fudge. Theſe are but Ambages to drive off Time,
And linger Juſtzefrom her os ws _
But who are theſe?
Enter Conſtable awith the. Pine Prieſt, and Doll.
Can. Stay Ju judgment, and releaſe thoſe Innocents,
For here is he whoſe Hand hath done the Deed
For which they ſtand indicted at the Bar;
This Savage Villain, this rude Iriſ Slave,
His Tongue already hath confeſs'd the Fac,
And here is Witneſs to confirm as much. |
Fri. Ves, my good Lord, no ſooner had he flain
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But J upon the Inſtant met with him:
And what he purchas'd with the Loſs of Blood
With Strokes I preſently. bereav'd him of, ,
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gome of the which is ſpent, the reſt remaining,
J willingly ſurrender to the Hande
Of old Sir Richard Lee, as being his:
Befide, my Lord judge, I greet your Honour
With Letters from my Lord of 'Rorhefter.
| | I Delivers them.
Tee. Is this the Wolf, whoſe thirſty Throat did drink
My dear Son's Blood? Art thou the Snake
He cheriſh'd, yet with envious piercing Sting
Aſſaibd'ſt him mortally ? Wer't not that the Law
Stands ready to revenge thy Cruelty :
Traitor to God, thy Maſter, and to me,
Theſe Hands ſffould be thy Executioner.
Fudge. 9 Sir Richard Lee, you fhall have
Juſtice, T2 N 5
The Fact is odious, therefore take him hence,
And being hang'd- until the Wretch be dead,
His Body after ſhall be hang'd in Chains
Jia ac the Murder,
Iriſh. Prethee, Lord Shudge, let me have mine own
Cloaths, my Strouces there, and let me be hang'd in a
Wyth after my Country the Lib Faſhion. [Exit.
Fudge. Go to, away with him: And now, Sir John,
Although by you this Murder came to Light,
Yet upright Law will not hold you excus'd ;
For you did rob the Tihmæn, by which
You ſtand attainted here of Felony :
Beſide, you have been lewd, and many Years
Led a laſcivious, unbeſeeming Lite.
Prieſt. O but, my Lord, Sir John repents, and he
Judge. In Hope thereof, together with the Favour
My Lord of Roche/ter intreats for you,
. We are content you mall be proved.
Prieſt. If thank your Lorſhip.- _
Fades. Theſe falſly here accus' d and brought
In Peril wrongfully,” we in like Sort do ſet at Liberty.
Lee. And for Amends,
Touching the Wrong unwittingly I have done,
I give theſe few Crowns. |
Fudge. Your Kindneſs merits Praiſe, Sir Richard Lee:
So let us hence, {Exeunt all but Powis and Cobham,
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Pow. But Poævis fli'l muſt ſtay, |
'There yet remains a Part of that true Love
He owes his noble Friend unſatisfy'd 4
And unperform'd, which firſt of all doth bind me
To gratulate your Lordſhip's ſafe Delivery:
And then intreat, that ſince unlook'd for thus
We here are met, your Honour would vouchſafe
To ride with me to Wales, where though my Power,
(Though not to quittance thoſe great Benefits |
J have receiv'd x, you) yet both my Houſe,
My Purſe, my Servants, and what elſe I have
Are all at your Command, Deny me not,
I know the Biſhop's Hate purſues you ſo,
As there's no Safety in abiding here.
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Dumb Shew. 06,
Enter Ate, with Thunder and Lightning, all in black
. avith a burning Torch in one Hand, and a bloody Sword
in the other Hand; and prefently let there come fort»
2 Lion running after a Bear, then come forth an Ar-
cher, who muſt kill the Lion in a dumb Show,. and
then depart. Remain Ate. '
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In pænam ſefatur & Umbra.
Mighty Lion Ruler of the Woods,
Of wondrous Strength and great
Proportion,
With hideous Noiſe, ſcaring the
trembling Trees,
Wich yelling Clamours ſhaking all
the Earth, |
— Jraverſt the Groves, and chac'd
| the wandring Beaſts:
Long did he range among the ſhacy Trees,
And drave the filly Beaſts before his Face;
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When ſuddenly from out a thorny Buſh
A dreadful Archer with his Bow ybent,
Wounded the Lion with a difmal Shaft, 5
So he him ſtrook, that it drew forth the Blood,
And fill'd his furious Heart with fretting Ire;
But all in vain he threaneth Teeth and Paws,
And ſparkleth Fire from forth his flaming + - - AN
For the ſharp Shaſt -gave him a mortal Wound.
So valiant Brute, 'the Terror of the World,
Whoſe only Looks did ſcare his Enemies, +
'The Archer Death brought to his lateſt end.
O what may long abide above this Ground,
In State of Bliſs and healthful Happineſs! [ Exit.
SCENE II.
Enter Brutus carried in a Chair, Locke, Camber, 1.
banact, Corineius, Guendeline, Aflaracus, Debon,
and, Thraſimachus. 22 5 3
Bru. Moſt loyal Lords, and faithful F ollowers, *
That have with me, unworthy General,
Paſſed the greedy Gulf of th' Ocean,
Leaving the Confines of fair Htaly,
Behold, your Brutus draweth nigh his end,
And I muſt leave you, though againſt my Will ;
My Sinews ſhrunk, my number'd Senſes fail,
A chilling cold poſlefſeth all my Bones,
Black ugly Death with Viſage pale and wan,
Preſents himſelf, before my dazled Eyes,
And with his Dart prepared is to ſtrike:
Theſe Arms, my Lords, theſe never-daunted Arms,
That oft have quell'd the Courage of my Foes,
And eke diſmay'd my Neighbour's Arrogance,
Now yield to Death, O 'er- laid with crooked * |
- Devoid of Strength and of their proper Force;
Even as the luſty Cedar worn with Years,
That far abroad her dainty Odour throws, -
Mongſt all the Daughters of proud Lebanon,
This Heart, my Lords, this ne'er appalled Heart,
That was a Terror to the bordering Lands,
A dolefu] Scourge unto my neighbour Kings,
Now by the Weapons of unpartial Death
Is clove aiunder, and bereft of Late;
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The Tragedy of Locrine.
As when the ſacred Oak with Thunderbolts,
Sent from the fiery Circuit of the Heav'ns,
Sliding along the Airs celeſtial Vaults,
Is rent and cloven to the very Roots.
In vain therefore I ſtruggle with this Foe, |
Then welcome Death, ſince God will have it ſo.
Aa. Alas my Lord, we ſorrow at your Caſc,
And grieve to ſee your Perſon vexed thus ;
But whatſfoc'er the Fates determin'd have,
It lieth not in us to diſannul,
And he that would annihilate his Mind,
Soiring with Learus too near the Sun,
May catch a fall with young Bellerophon.
* For when the fatal Siſters have decreed
To ſeparate us from this earthly. Mold,
No mortal Force can countermand their Minds :
Then, worthy Lord, ſince there's no way but one,
_ Ceaſe your Laments, and leave your grievous moan.
Cor. Your Highneſs knows how many ViQuories,
How many Trophies I erected have |
Triumphantly in every place we came.
The Grecian Monarch, warlike Panaraſſus,
And all the Crew of the Moloftans:
Goffarius the arm.ſtrong King of Geu/s,
Have felt the Force of our victorious Arms,
And to their Coſt beheld our Chivalry :
Where-e'er Aurora, handmaid of the Sun,
Where e'er the Sun, bright Guardian of the Day,
Where e'er the joyful Day, with cheerful Light,
Where-c'er the Light- illuminates the World,
The Trojans Glory flies with golden Wings,
Wings that do ſoar beyond fell envious flight,
The Fame of Brutus and his Followers —
Pierceth the Skies, and with the Skies the Throne
Of mighty Fowve, Commander of the World.
Then worthy Brutus, leave theſe ſad Laments,
Comfort yourſelf with this your great Renown,
And fear not Death, though he ſeems terrible.
_ Bru. Nay, Corineius, you miſtake my Mind,
In conſtruing wrong the Cauſe of my Complaints;
I fear'd not t'yield myſelf to fatal Death,
God knows it was the leaft of all my 'Thoughts ;
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A greater Care tormepts my very Bones,
And makes me tremble at the thought of it,
And in your Lordings both the Subitance lie. |
Thra. Moſt noble Lord, if ought your Loyal Peers
Accompliſh may, to eaſe your lingring Griet, _
J, in the name of all, proteft to you,
That we would boldly enterpsize the ſame,
Were it to enter to black Tartaras, were. -1
Were triple Cerberus with his venomous Throat,
Scareth the Ghoſts with high reſounding Noiſe,
We'll either rent the Bowels of the Earth,
Searching the Entrails of the Brutith Earth, v
Or with his. Ixions overdaring ſoon, | |
Be bound in Chains of ever during Steel.
Bru. Then hearken to your Sovereign's lateſt Words,
In which I will unto you all unfold, © ©
Our Royal Mind, and reſolute. Intent.
When golden Hebe, Daughter to great Je,
Cover'd my manly Cheeks with youthtul Down,
Th' unhappy Slaughter of my luckleſs Sire,
Drove me and old A arachus mine Eame,
As Exiles from the Bounds of ah,
So that perforce we were conſtrain'd to fly
To Grecians Monarch, noble Pandraſſis,
There I alone did undertake your Cauſe,
There I reſtor'd your antique Liberty,
Though Erecia frown'd, and all Molaſtæ ſtorm'd,
Though brave Antigonus, witli martial Band,
In pitched Field encountred me and mine,
Though Pandrafſus and his Contributaries,
With all' the routs of their Confederates,
Sought to deface our glorious Memory,
And wipe the Name of Trijans from the Earth;
Him did I captivate with this mine Arm, |
And by Compulſion forc'd him to agree |
To certain Articles, which there we did propound.
From Grecia through the boiſterous Hel/z/port,
We came into the Field of Le/?rigon,
Whereat our Brother Corineius was;
Which when we paſſed the Cicilian Gulf,
And ſo transfretting the Llictan Sea,
Arrived on the Coaits of Aquitain;
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Where with an Army of his barbarons Gauls
Gofferins and his Brother Gathelus "
Encountring with our Hoſt, ſuſtain'd the Foil,
And for your ſakes my Turnus there I loſt ;
' Turnus that flew fix hundred Men at Arms,
All in an Hour, with his ſharp Battle-Axe,
From thence upon the ſtronds of Albions
To Corous Haven happily we came, |
And quell'd the Giants, come of Albion's Race,
With Gogmagog, Son to Samotheus, 2280
The curled Captain of that damned Crew,
And in that Iſſe at length I placed you.
Now let me ſee, if my laborious Toils,
If all my Care, if all my grievous Wounds.
If all my Diligence were well employ'd.
Cor. Whenfirſt I follow'd thee and thine, brave King,
J hazarded my Life and deareſt Blood.
To purchaſe Favour at your Princely Hands,
And for the ſame in dangerous Attempts,
In ſundry Conflicts, and in divers Broils,
I ſhew'd the Courage of my manly Mind
For this I combated with Gathelus, .
The Brother to Goffarius of Gaul;
For this I fought with furious Gozmagog,
A ſavage Captain of a ſavage Crew;
For theſe Deeds brave Cornwall I receiv'd,
A grateful Gift givin by a gracious King;
And for this Gift, this Life and deareſt Blood
Will Corineius fpend for Brutus good.
Deb. And what my Friend, brave Prince, hath vow'd
226 to you, 1 | - LOSE LE,
The 2 will Debon do unto his end. |
Bru. Then, Loyal Peers, ſince you are all agreed,
And *2folute to follow Brutus Hoſts, |
Favour my Sons, favour thoſe Orphans, Lords,
And ſhicld them from the Dangers of their Foes,”
Locrine, the Column of my Family,
And only Pillar of my weaken'd Age;
Locrine, draw near, draw near unto thy Sire,
And take thy lateſt Bleſſings at his Hands:
And, for thou art the eldeſt of my Sons,
Be thou a Captain to thy Brethren,
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And imitate thy aged Father's ſteps, |
Which will conduct thee: to true Honour's Gate:
For if thou follow facred Virtues. lore, _
Thou ſhalt be crowned with a Laurel Branch,
And wear a Wreath, of ſempiternal Fame,
Sorted amongſt the Glorious happy ones.
= Loc. If Locrine do not follow your Advice,
And bear himſelf in all things like a Prince
That ſeeks to amplify: the great Renown,
Left unto him for an Inheritance,
By thoſe that were his Anceſtors, |
Let me be flung into the Ocean,
And 5 in the Bowels of the Earth.
Or let the rud htning o t ove,
Deſcend upon this * * Head: 3
I {Bratus tatig Guendeline by the Hand.
Bra. But fol I ſee you all to be in doubt, c
Who ſhall be matched with our Royal Son,
Locriue, receive this Preſent at my Hands
2A Gift more rich than are the wealthy Mines
Found in the Bowels of America
Thou ſhalt be ſpouſed- to fair Guendeline: -
Love her, and take her, for ſhe is thine own,
If ſo thy Uncle and herſelf do pleaſe. _
Cor. And herein how your Highnef honours me,
It cannot now be in my Speech expreſt;
For careful Parents glory not ſo much
At their own Honour and Promotion,
As for to ſee the iſſue of their Blood
Seated in Honour and Proſperit7).
Guen. And far be it from my pure maiden Thoughts
To contradict her aged Father's Will.
herefore ſince he to whom I-muſt obey,
Hath giv'n me now unto your Royal ſelf,
I will not fland aloof from off the lure,
Like crafty Dames that moſt of all deny
That, which oy —_— cefize to poſſeſs.
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Then now my Son 13 part is on che Stage,
For tliou muſt bear the Perſon of a King.
[Puts the Crown on bis Head.
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Locrine ftand up, and wear the regal Crown,
And think upon the State of Majeſty,
That thou with Honour well may'ſt wear the Crown,
Andif thou tenderelt theſe my lateſt Words,
As thou requir'ſt my Soul to be at Reſt,
As thou deſireſt thine own Security,
Cheriſh and Love thy new betrothed Wiſe.
Loc. No longer let me well enjoy the Crown,
Than I do peerleſs Guendelre. —
Bru. Camber. :
Cam. My Lord. |
Bru. The Glory of mine Age:
And darling of thy Mother Faungger, -
Take thou the South for thy Dominion,
From thee there ſhall proceed a Royal Race,
That ſhall maintain the Honour of this Land,
And ſway the regal peer with their Hands.
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And dlhanas, thy Father 8 only Joy,
Youngeſt in Years, but not the young'ſt in en
A perfect Pattern of all Chivalry,
Take thou the North for thy Dominion,
A Country full of Hills and ragged Rocks, 7
Repleniſhed with fierce untamed Beaſts,
| As correſpondent to thy martial Thoughts.
Live long my Sons with endleſs Happineſs,
And bear firm Concordance among your ſelves,
Obey the Counſels of theſe Fathers Grave,
That you may better bear out Violence,
But ſuddenly, through Weakneſs of my Age,
And the defect of youthful Puiſſance,
My. Malady increaſeth more and more,
And eruel Death haſteneth his quickned Pace,
To diſpoſſeſs me of my earthly Shape, 4
My Eyes wx dim, | o' rcaft with Clouds of Age,
The pangs of Beach compaſs my crazed Bones,
Thus to you all my Bleſſings I bequeath,
And with my Bleſſings this my fleeting Soul.
My Glaſs is run, and all my Miſeries
Do end with- Life; Death cloſeth mine _
My Soul in haſte flies to the Elan Fields. [He dien
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Loc. Accurſed Stars, damn'd and accurſed Stars,
T'abbreviate my noble Father's Life.
Hard hearted Gods and too envious Fates,
Thus to cut of my Fathers fatal Thread,
Brutus that was a Glory to us all,
Brutus that was a Terror to his Foes,
Alas too ſoon by Demogorgon's Kniſe,
The Martial Brutus is bereft df Life.
No ſad Complaints may move juſt Eacus.
Cor. No dreadful Threats can fear Judge Rhodomanth,
Wert thou as ſtrong as mighty Hercules,
That tamed the huge Monſters of the World,
Plaid'ſt thou as ſweet, on the feet ſounding Lute,
As did the Spouſe of fair Euridice, e
That did enchant the Waters with his Noiſe, ?
And made the Stones, Birds, Beafts, to lead a Dance,
Conſtrain'd the hilly Trees to follow him,
Thou couldſt not move the Judgeof Erebus,
Nor move Compaſſion in grim Plute's Heart,
For fatal Mors expecteth all the World,
And every Man muſt tread the way ef Death;
Brave Tartalns, the valiant Pelops Sire,
Gueſt to the Gods, ſuffered untimely Death,
And old Jitbonus Husband to the Morn,
And eke grim Minos whom juſt Fupiter
Deign'd to admit of his Sacrifice,
The thundring Trumpets of Blood-thirſty Mars,,
The fearful zage of fell Viſiphon,
Thę boiſterous Waves humid Ocean,
Are Inſtruments and Tools of diſmal Death.
Then noble Couſin ceaſe to mourn his chance, |
Whoſe Age and Years were Signs that he ſhoulddie,
It refteth now that we inter his Bones, | 8
That was a Terror to his Enemies.
Take up his Coarſe, and Princes hold him dead,
Who while he liv'd, upheld the Trojan State.
Sound Drums and Trumpets, march to Tronovant,
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SCENE I.
Enter Strambo above in a Gown, avith Ink and 2
Paper in his Hand.
Strum. Either the ſour Elements the ſeven planets and;
all the particular Stars of the Pole Antartick, are ad-
verſitive againſt me, or elſe I was begotten and born in
the Wain of the Moon, when every thing, as Lactau-
tius in his fourth Book of Conſtitution doth ſay, goeth
ariward. Ay Rlaſters, ay, you may Laugh, but I muſt
Weep ; you may Joy but I muſt Sorrow ; ſheddiag ſalt
Tears from the Watry Fountains of my moſt dainty fair
Eyes, along my comely and ſmooth Cheeks,/ in as great
plenty as the Water runneth from the Bucking-tubs, or
red Wine out of the Hogs-heads : For truſt me Gentle-
men and my very good Friends, and fo forth: The lit-
tle god, nay the deſperate god Cupid, with one of his
vengible Birds bolts, hath ſhot me into the Heel : So
not only, but alſo, oh fine Phraiſe, I burn, I burn, and
J burn a, in love, and in love a, ah Strumbo, what haſt
thou ſeen, not Dina with the Aſs Tom? Yea, with theſe:
Eyes thou haſt ſeen her, and therefore pull them ous,
for they will work thy Bail. Ay, Strum bo, haſt tliou
heard of the Voice of the Nightingale, but a Voice
ſweeter than hers, yea, with' theſe Ears. haſt thou heard
them, and therefore cut them off, for they have caus'd
thy Sorrow. Nay, Strumbo, kill thy ſelf, drowh thy ſelf
hang thy ſelf, ſtarve thy ſelf. Oh, but then 1 ſhall leave
my ſweet Heart. Oh my Heart! Now Pate for thy Ma-
ſter, I will dite an aliquant Love-piſtle to her, and then
ſhe hearing the grand verboſity of my Scripture, will
7 be bim write a little, aua then reads.
My Pen is naught, Gentlemen, lend me a Knife, I think.
.
Ten write again, and aſter read.
So it is Miſtreſs Dorothy, and the ſole eſſence of my
Soul, that little ſparkles of Affection kindled in me to-
wards your ſweet ſelf, hath now encreas'd to a great
Flame, and will e' re, it be long conſume my poor Heart,
tain,
r,, oi A ADS PIES it > > 6
Iz Tbe Tragedy of Locrin.
tain, quench the furious heat of the ſame. Alas, Iam
a Gentleman of good Fame, and Name, majeſtical, in
Apparel comely, in Gate portly. Let not therefore
our gentle Heart be ſo hard, as to deſpiſe a proper tall
young Man of a handſome Life, and by deſpiſing him,
not only, but alſo to kill him. Thus expecting Time
and Jide, I bid you farewell, Yaur- Servant, Signior
Strumbo. '
Oh Wit, O pate, 0 Memory, 0 Hand, 2 Ink, O
Paper. Well, now I will ſend it away. dert, Trom-
part a what Villain is this: Why Sirrah, come when
your Maſter calls you. Trompart, |
Trompart entrring, . faith Anon, Sir.
| Strum. Thou knoweſt, my pretty Boy what 4 good
Maſter I have been to thee ever {eve I del thee into
1 „ l ;
Trom. Ay, Sir. „
N Stram. And how I have chatriſhed thee 8 as if
chou hadfſt been the Fruits of my Loins, F Ds of wy
Fleſh andjBone of my Bone.
Trom. Ay, Sir.
Strum. Then ſhew thy ſelf ae a truſty Servant;
_ Akt this Letter to Miſtreſs Dorothy, and tell her --
[Speaking in his Ear. Exit Trompart.
| Strum. Nay, Maſters, you ſhall ſee a Marriage by
and by. But here ſhe comes. Now muſt I frame wy
amorous Paſſions. . . |
Enter Dororhy a Trompart.
[Dov Signior Strumbo, well met, I receiv'd your Let-
ters by your Man heae, who told me a pitiful Story of
Fo our Anguiſh,and ſo underſtanding your Paſſiſions 2
great. I came hither ſpeedily. . 1
Strum. Oh, my ſweet and Pigſney, the ſecundity of ay
Ingeny i is not ſo great, that may declare unto you the
fo-rowful Sobs and breken Sleeps that I ſuffer'd for your
ſake; and therefore 1 deſire you to receive me into 8er
W e
Far your Lowe doth lie,
A, near and as nigh, ©
Unto my Heart avithin, HEE 200
As mine Eye to mn Noſe, 148%
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And my Fleſb unto my Skinl
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Der. Truly, Mr. Strumba, you ſpeak too learnedly
for me to underſtand the drift of your Mind, and there-
fore tell your Tale in plain Terms, and leave off your
dark Nad i ᷣ E lo 2
Stram. Alas Mrs. Dorothy, this is my Luck, that
when I moſt would, I cannot be - underſtood :- So that
my great Learning is an Inconvenience unto me. But
to ſpeak in plain Terms, I love you Miſtreſs Dorothy,
if you like to accept me into your familiarity.
Dor. If this be all, I am content.
| „ | [Turning to the People.
Strum. Say'ſt thbu ſo, fweet Wench, let me lick thy
Toes. Farewel, Miſtreſs. If any-of you be in love, pro-
vide ye a Cap Caſe full © new coin'd Words, and then
ſhall you ſoon have the /uccado de labres, and ſomething
elle. 1 | | [Excunt.
SCENE IV.
Enter Locrine, Guendeline, Camber, Albana&, Corinie-
us, Aſſarachus, Debon, and Thraſimachus.
Loc. Unele and Princes of brave Britany,
Since that our noble Father is entomb'd,
As belt beſeem'd ſo brave a Prince as he;
If ſo you pleaſe, this Day my Love and I,
Within the Temple of Concordia, |
Will ſolemnize our Royal Marriage. |
Thra. Right noble Lord, your SubjeRs every one
Muſt needs obey your Highneſs at command,
Eſpecially in ſuek a Cauſe as this,
That much concerns your Highneſs prone Content,
Loc. Then Froliek, Lordings, to fair Concord's Walls,
Where we will paſs the Day in knightly Sports,
The Night in Dancing and in figur d Masks,
And offer to God Rs all our Sports, [Eneunt
ACT:
The: Tragedy of Locrine. 13 :
14 The 7 ragedy of Locrine:
ACT = SCENE I.
E nter Ate as Jer; oft 4 little Lighting and Tan-
dring, let there come forth this Show: Perſeus and
Andromeda, Hand in Hand, and Cepheus al/o:wvith:
Savords an Targates, Then let there come out of a-
not her Door Phineds, all black in Armour with Ethi-
opians after him, driving in Perſeus, and having ta-
ken away Ener- , tet them ee ar Ale remain.
8 1 Jaye,
"Rei Omnia numen.
v H E N 5 married fair Andromeda,
The only Daughter of King Cepheus,
He thought he had ſtabliſſi'd well his Crown,
And that his Kingdom ſhould for aye endure, ©
But lol proud Phineus, with a Band of Men,
Contriv'd of Sun-burnt AZthiopians,
By Force of Arms the Bride he took from him,
And turn'd their Joy into a Flood of Tears.
So fares it with young Locrine and his Love
He thinks this Marriage tendeth to his Werl,
But this foul Day, this fou] accurſed Days.
Is the Beginning of his Miſeries.
Behold where Humber and his Scythians
. Approacheth nigh with all his warlike Train.
J need not I, the Sequel ſhall deelare, . | 7
regs rragick Chances tell out in this War. [ Exit.
0 SCENE II.
Enter EHiaiben Hubba, Eſtrild, Segar, and their Soldiers.
Hum. At length the Snail doth climb the. highe@Tops,
Aſcending up the ſtately Caſtle Walls;
At length the Water with continual Drops,
Doth penetrate the hardeſt Marble Stone;
At length we are arriv'd in Albion.
Nor could the barbarous Dacian Sovereign,
Nor yet the Ruler of brave Belgia, |
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Stay us from cutting over to this Iſle;
Whereas'T hear a Troop of Phrygians,
Under the Conduct of Poſihumius Son,
Have pitch'd pp lordly Pavillions,
And hope to proſper in this lovely Iſle ;
But I will fruſtrate all their fooliſh Hope,
And teach them that the Scythian Emperor
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Leads Fortune tied in a Chain of Gold,
Conſtraining her to yield unto his Will, _
And grace him with their Regal Diadem:
Which T will have, maugre their treble Hoſts,
And all the Power their petty Kings can make.
Hub. If ſhe that rules fair Ry. unis golden Gate,
Grant us the Honour of the Victory |
As hitherto ſhe always favour'd us,
Right noble Father, we will rale the Land,
Enthroniſed vin Seats of Topaz Stones, _
That Locrine and his Brethren all may know,
Joe muſt be Ling but Humber and his Son.
Hum. Courage my Son, Fortune ſhall favour us,
And yield to us the Coronet of Bays.
That decketh none but noble Conquerors.
But what faith Eſrild to theſe Regions?
How liketh ſhe the Temperature thereof?
Are they not pleaſant in her. gracious Eyes ?
Eſt. The Plains, my Lord, garniſh'd with Fora's
Mealth, 5 | |
And over- ſpread. with party.colour'd Flowers,
Do yield ſweet Contentation to my Mind;
The airy Hills enclos'd with ſhady Groves,
The Groves repleniſh'd with ſweet chirping Birds,
The Birds reſounding heav'nly Melody,
Are equal to the Groves of Te
Where Phebus with theſe learned Ladies nine,
Delights themſelves with Muſick's Harmony,
And from the Moiſture of the Mountain-tops.
The filent Springs dance down with murmuring Streams;
And water all the Ground with chryſtal Waves,
The gentle Blaſts of Exrus modeſt Wind,”
Moving the pattering Leaves of Siluanes Woods,
Do equal it with Tempe's Paradiſe, _
And thus conſorted all to one Effect, pub
Do make me think theſe are the happy Iſles, Maſt
/
|
For Valiantneſs is like unto a Rock
And Boreas fell with his tempeſtuous Storms,
Bloweth upon it with a hideous Clamour,
Coopt up the faint- heart Grecians in the Camp: |
16 The Tragedy of Locrine.
Moſt fortunate if Hamber may then win. "1
Hub. Madam, wheie Reſolution leads the Way,
And Courage follows with embolden'd Pace, ;
Fortune can never uſe her Tyranny z «
That ſtandeth on the Waves of Ocean,
Which though the Billows beat on every Side,
Yet. it remaineth fil] unmoveable. | Th
Hum. Kingly teſolv'd, thou Glory of thy Sire, Por
But worthy Sar, what uncouth Novelties Ane
Bring'ſt thou unto our Royal Majeſty ? 9 5 Op
Seg. My Lord, the youngeſt of all Brutus Sons, | Ane
Stout Albanact, With millions of Men, | Th
Approacheth nigh, and meaneth e'er the Morn, Anc
- To try your Force by dint of fatal Sword.
Hum. Tut, let him come with millions of Hoſts,
He ſhall find Entertainment good enough, „„
Vea, fit ſor thoſe that are our Enemies: Ent
For we'll receive them at the Lances Points,
And maſſacre their Bodies with our Blades: T
Yea, though they were in Number infinite, os |
More than the mighty Babylonian . St
Semiramis the Ruler of the Weſt, 0 A
Brought gainſt the Emperor of che Sctbians, D
Vet would we not ſtart back one Foot from them: A
That they might know we are invincible. St
Hub. Now by great TFove, the ſupream King of A
And the immortal Gods that live therein, [Heav'n, :
When as the Morning ſhews his cheerful Face, : A
And Lucifer mounted upon his Steed, | T.
Brings in the Chariot of the riſing Sun, Al
I'll meet yonng Albanact in th'open Field, Sti
And crack my Paunce upon his Burganet,
To try the Valour of his boyiſh Strength: De
There will I ſhew fuch ruthful Spectacles, |
and cauſe ſo great Effuſion of Blood, Tr
That all his Boys ſhall wonder at my Strength FE
As when the warlike Queen of Amazons, Str
Pentbeſilea, armed with her Launce, _ |
Girt with a Corſlet of bright ſhining Steel,
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The Tragedy of Locrine. 17
Hum. Spoke like a warlike Knight, my noble Son-
Nay, like a Prince that ſeeks his Father's Joy.
Therefore to-morrow e'er fair Titan ſhine,
And baſhful Eos ana of Light,
Expels the liquid Sleep from out Mens Eyes,
Thou ſhalt conduct the right Wing of the Hoſt,
The leſt Wing, ſhall be under Segar's charge,
The Rearward ſhall be under me myfelf,
And lovely Efrild, fair and gracious,
If Fortune favour me in my attempts,
Thou ſhalt be Queen of lovely Albion.
Fortune will favour me in mine Attempts,
And make thee Queen of lovely Albion.
Come let us in and muſter up our Train,
And furniſh up our luſty Soldiers,
That they may be a Bulwark to our ſtate, _
And bring our wiſhed Joys to perfect end. [Exennt,
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| Enter Strambo, Dorothy and Trompart, Cobling Shoes
| N and Singing.
Trom. Ve Coblers lead a merry Lift :
All. Dan, dan, dan, dan. 1
Stram. Void of all Envy and Strife :
All, Dan diddle (an. |
Dor. Our Eaje is great, our Labour (mall:
All. Dan, dan, dan, dan. :
Strum. And yet our gains be much withal :
| bn Dan, SN dan. | l |
Dor. With this art /o fine and fair:
_ Dan, dan; my . /
rom. No Occupation may compare :
All. Dan Eddie dan, M oh
Strum. For merry Paſtime and joyful Glee :
Dan, dan, dan, dan. bs
Dor. Me happy Men we Coblers be:
1 Dan _— dan. NES
rom. The Can lands full of nappy Ale,
Dan, dan, * ep 5 oy
Strum. In our Shop flill withouten fail;
Dan diddle dan. | | |
Dor.
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1 28 The Tragedy of Locrine.
Dor. This is our Meat, this is dur Food :
Dan, dan, dan, da.
Trom. This brings us to @ merry no: |
Dan diddle dan. 3 ö
Strum. This makes us work for Company, *
Dan, dan, dan, dan. ;
Dor. To pull the Tankards chearfull ly: 5
Dan diddle dan. =
Trom. Drink to thy Huſband, Dorothy, | =
Dan, dan, dan, dan. | Boi
Dor. Why then my Strumbo there's to thee : 7
Dan 'diddle dan. 5
Strum. Drink thou the reft Trompart, amain: ' 5s
- Dan, dan, dan, dan. Ty *.
or. When that is gone, WE * t ain:
Dan diddle dan. : A 13 25 a
| Enter Captain, Un
Capt. The 8.0 ſtate is fartheſt from; if :
How merrily he ſitteth on his Stool: ”
But when he ſees that needs he muſt be preſt, 3
He'll turn his Note and ſing another Tune. |
Ho, by your leave Maſter Cobler. 8
Strum. You are welcome, Gentlemen, what will yo 1
any old Shoes or Buskins, or will you have your Shoe
Clouted; I will do them as well as any Cobler in Carbin 3
whatſoever. [Captain ſheqwwing him Preſs mom.
Capt. O Maſter Cobler, you are far deceiv'd in me,
for done you this? I come not to buy any Shoes, but to
buy yourſelf; come, Sir, you mult be a Soldier i in the En:
King's Cauſe. id
Strum, Why, but hear you, Sir, buy? your King am Wü
Commiſſion to take any Man againft his Will? I promit Pai,
you, I can ſcant believe it, or did he 2 you Com Wer
miſſion? Now
Capt. O Sir, you need not care for that, I need nM vou.
Commiſſion : hold here, I eommand you in the name Now
of our King Albanact, to appear to-morrow in tit Th +
Town-houſe of Cathnes, Whi
Strum. King NaZaball, I ery God mercy, whe har Fo;
we to do with him, or he with us? but you, Sir Maſtet
Capontial, draw your Paſtboard, or elſe I promiſe 2 5 Har
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give you a Canvaſado with a Baſtinado over your Shoul-
ders, and teach you to come hither with your Implements-
Capt. I pray thee good Fellow be content, I do the
King's Command,
Strum. Put me out of your Book then.
Capt. I may not. P[Strumbo /ratching up a Staff.
Strum, No will, come. Sir, will your Stomach ſerve
vou, by gogs blew hood and e : will have a
Bout with you:: ! & [Fight bathe
Enter Thraß machs
Thr. How now, what noiſe, what ſudden clamour's this?
How now, my Captain and the Cobler ſo hard at it?
Lirs what is your Quarrel?
Cast. N othing, Sir, but that he will not rake Preſs-
money.
Thr, Here, good F ellow; take it at my Command,
Unteis: you meau to be ſtretch'd. |
Trum. Truly, Maſter Gentleman, I lack no Mony,
if you pleaſe I will reſign it to one of "theſe poor Fellows.
Thr. No ſuch matter,
Look you be at the common Houſe to-morrow. |
— [Exit Thrafimachus and the Captain.
PEE O Wife, I have ſpun a fair thread, if I had
been quiet, I had not been Preft, and therefore Well
may I lament; pron come Sirrah, ſhut up, for we mutt
to the Wars. TIL -— [Excnat.
SCENE. Iv. :
Enter AlbanaR, Debon, Thrafimachus, aud the Lords
Alb. Brave Cavaliers, Princes of Albany,
Whoſe trenchant Blades with our deceaied Sire,
Paſſing the F rontiers of brave Grecia,
Oo
Were bathed in our Enemies lukewarm Blood,
Now is the time to manifeſt ' your Wills,
Your haughty Minds and Reſolutions,
Now Opportunity is offered
To try your Courage and your ęarneſt Zeal,
Which you always proteſt to Albana® ;
For at this time, yea at this preſent time,
Stout Fugitives come from the Sœthians bounds.
Have Pars every place with Mutinies:
20 _ The Tragedy of Locrine.
But truſt me, Lordings, I will never ceaſe
To perſecute the raſcal Runnagates,
Till all the Rivers ſtained with their Blood, |
Shall fully ſhew their fatal Overthrow. . 5
Deb. So ſhall your Highneſs merit great renown,
And imitate your aged Father's ſteps.
Alb. But tell me, Couſin, cam'ſt thou thro' the Plains ?
And ſaw'ſt thou there the faint-heart Fugitives
Mnſtring their Weather-beaten Soldiers, _
What Order keep they in their Marſhalling ?
Thr. After we paſt the Groves of Caledone,
We did behold the ſtragling Sqtbian, Camp,
Repleat with Men, ſtor d with Munition ;
| There might we ſee the valiant minded Knights
Fetching Careers along the ſpacious Plains,
Humber and Hubba arm'd in azure blue,
Mounted upon their Courſers white as Snow,
Went to behold the pleaſant flowring Fields;
Hector and Troilus,, Priamus lovely Sons,
_ Chaſing the Grecian over Simoeis, ö;
Were not to be compar d to theſe two Knights.
Ab. Well hait thou painted out in Eloquence
The Portraiture. of Humber and his Son;
As fortunate as was Peſycr aten.
Vet ſhould they not lcape; our Conquering Swords,
Or boaſt of ought but of cur Clemency. _ 4
Enter Strumbo and Trompart crying often,
Wild. fire and Pitch, Wild-fire and Pitch, &c.
Dr. What Sirs, what mean you by theſe clamours made
Thoſe outcries raiſed in our ftately Court?
Strum. Wild-fire and Pitch, Wild fire and Pitch.
Thr, Villains I fay, tell us the cauſe hereof?
Strum. Wild- fire and Pitch, Wild-fire and Pitch.
Thr. Tell me you Villains, why you make this Noiſe,
Or with my Lance, I will prick your Bowels out.
All. Where is your Houles, where's your dwelllng-
lace ? > $1 | FF
n Strum. Place, Ha, ha, laugh a Month and a Diy at
him; place! I cry God mercy, why do you think that
ſuch poor honeſt Men as we be, hold our Habitacles
in King's Palaces: Ha, ha, ha. But becauſe you ſeem
to be an abominable Chieftain, I will tell you our
_ ſtate. | | From |
The Tragedy of Locrine.
From the Top to the Toe,
From the Head to the Shoe;
From the Beginning to the Ending,
From the Building to the Burning.
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This honeſt Fellow and I had our manſion Cottage in
the Suburbs of this City, hard by the Temple of Mer-
cury. And by the common Soldiers of the Shittens, the
Scychians, what do you call them ? with all the Suburbs,
were burnt to the Ground, and the Aſhes are left there
for the Country-Waves to waſh Bucks withal. And that
which grieves me moſt, my loving Wife, O cruel Strife;
The wicked Flames did roaſt. = ES
And therefore Captain Cruſt,
Me ewvill continually cry,
Except you ſeck a Remeay,
Our Houſes to re-edify,
| Which now are burnt to Duſt.
Both cry. Wild-fire and Pitch, Wild- fire and Pitch:
Alb. Well, we muſt remedy theſe Outrages,
And throw Revenge upon their hateſul Heads,
And you good Fellows for your Houſes burnt,
We will remunerate you ftore of Gold, |
And bui'd your Houſes by our Palace Gate,
Strum. Gats l Opetty1 reaſon to my Perſon, no where
elſe but by your Backſide: Gate ! oh how I am vexed in
my Collar : Gate ! I cry God Mercy, do you hear Ma-
ſter King? If you mean to gratify ſuch poor Men, as we
be, you muſt build our Houſes by the Tavern.
Ab. It ſhall be done Sir. |
Strum. Near the Tavern, ay, by Lady, Sir, it was
| ſpoken like a good Fellow, do you hear, Sir? When
our Houſe is builded, if you do chance to paſs or re-paſs
that Way, we will beſtow a Quart of the beſt Wine
upon you. : [Exit.
Alb. It grieves me, Lordings, that my Subjects: Goods
Should thus be ſpoiled by the Sthians,
Who as you ſee with light-foot Foragers,
Depopulate the Places where they come:
But, curſed Humber, thou ſhalt rue the Day
That c' er thou camſt unto Cathngſia. | [Exeunt.
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Enter Humber, Hubha, Segar, Thraſſier, and their
7 . Z
Hum. Hubba, go take a Coronet of our Horſe,
As many Lanciers, and Light-armed Knights,
As may ſuffice for ſuch an Enter prize,
And place them in the Grove of CHalli don:
With theſe, when as the Skirmiſh doth ir creaſe,
Retire: thou from the Shelters of the Wocd,
And ſet upon the weakned Trojans Becks. .
For Policy joined with Chivalry, _
Can never be put back from Victory.
_—__». Emnter Albanact, Clowns with him.
Aa. Thou baiſe-bora Hunn, how durſt thou be fo
As once to menace warlike Abanad, bold,
The great Commander of theſe Regions? |
But thou ſhalt -buy thy Raſhneſs with thy Death,
And rue too late thy over bold Attemps, Rs
For withthis Swerd, this Inſlrument of Death,
That hath been drenched in my Foe- mens Blood,
Pi} ſeparate thy Body from thy Head; | |
And jet that Cœward-BSYod ef thine abroach:. k
Strum. Nay, with this Staff, great $7rymbo's Inſtru
III erack thy Cockſcomb, paltry Sgthian. [ment
Hum. Nor wreak. I of thy Threats thou princox Boy,
Nor do I fear thy fooliſh Infolency ; -
And but thou better uſe thy bragging Blade,
Than thou doſt rule thy overflowing Tongue,
Superbious Briton, thou ſhalt know too ſoonn
The Force of Humber and his Scythians. |
[I ey fight, Humber and his Soldiers run in.
| . O horrible, terrible.
| SCENE VI.
Sound the Alarm. Enter Humber and bis Soldiers.
Hum. How bravely this young Briton, All anadt,
Darieth abroad the Thunderboits of War,
Beating down Millions with his furicus Mood:
And in his Glory triumphs over all,
Moving the maſſy Squadrants of the Ground;
PE he x Heap
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Heap Hills on Hills, to ſcale the ſtarry Shy:
Hands, ©
As when Briareus arm'd with an hundred
Flung forth an hundred Mountains at great Fowe,
And when the monſtrous Giant Monychus t
Hurl'd Mount Olympus at great Mars his Targe,
And ſhot huge Cedars at Minerwa's Shield.
How doth he overlook with haughty Front
My fleeting Hoſt, and lifts his lofty Face
Againſt us all that: now do fear his Force;
Like as we ſee the wrathful Sea from far,
Ina great Mountain heapt with kideous Noiſe,
With thouſand Billows bear againſt the Ships,
And toſs them in the Waves like Tennis Balls.
| | [Sound the Alarm.
—
Ah me, I fear my Hubba is ſurpris'd.
Sound again. Enter Albanact.
Alb. Follow me, Soldiers, follow 4/bana#;
Purſue the Scythians fly ing through the Field:
Let none of them eſcape with Victory: |
That they may know the Britons force is more
Than all the Power of the trembling Han, [Chaſe,
Thra. Forward brave Soldiers, forward, keep the
He that takes Captive Humber or his Sn,
Shall be fewarded with a Crown of Gold.
Sound Alarm, then let them fight, Humber give back,
Huba, enters at their Backs, and kills Debon, Strum-
bo Yalls ' down, Albanact runs in, and afterwards
enters abounded. 5 f
, Alba. Injurious Fortune, haſt thou croſt me thus ?
Thus in the Morning of my ViQories,
Thus in the Prime of my Felicity
To cut me off by ſuch hard overthrow.
Hadſt thou no time thy rancour to declare,
Bat in the Spring of all my Dignities?
Hadſt thou no place to ſpit thy Venome out,
But on the Perſon of young Alhanat? _
I that&er while did ſcarce mine Enemies,
And drove them almoſt to a ſhameful Flight :
I that e'rewhile full Lion-like did Fate ©
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24 The Tag of ine
Curſt be her Charms, damn'd be her curſed Charms,
That doth delude the wayward Hearts of Men,
Of Men that truſt unto her fickle Wheel,
Which never leaveth turning upſide down.
O Gods, O Heav'ns, allot me but the Place
Where I may find her hateful Manſion, - |
I'Il paſs the Ahe to watry Merve,
Where fiery Phæbus in his Chariot,
The Wheels whereof are deck'd with Kn
Caſts ſuch a Heat, yea ſuch a ſcorchin be Heat,
And ſpoileth Fla of her chequered Gr
I' overturn the Mountain Caucaſus,
als;
Where fell Chimgra in her triple Shape,
Rolleth hot Flames from out her monſtrous Paunch,
Scaring the Beaſts with Iſſue of her Gorge;
I'll pats the frozen Zone where Icy flakes
Stopping the Paſſage of the fleeting Ships
Do lie, like Mountains in the congeal'd Sea,
Where if I find that hateful Houſe of hers,
I'll pull the fickle Wheel from out her Hands,
And tie herſelf in everlaſting Bands.
But all in vain I breathe theſe Threatnings,
The Day is loft, the Hunns are Con uerors,
Debon is flain, my Men are done to Death,
The Currents ſwift fwim violently with Blood,
And laft, O that this laſt Night io Tong laſt, ©
Myſelf with Wounds paſt all Recovery, _ _
Muſt leave my Crown for Humber to poſſeſs.
Strum. Lord have Mercy upon us, Maſters, I think
this is a Holy-day, every Man lies ſleeping in the
Fields, but God knows full fore againft their Wills.
Thra. Fly, noble Albanact, and fave thyſelf,
The Scythians follow with great =.» Ap
And there's no way but Flight, or ſpeedy Death,
Fly, nob'e Albanact, and ſave thyſelf. [Sound the 3"
Alba. Nay, 'let them fly that fear to die the n
That tremble at the fatal Name of Mors.
Ne'er ſhall proud Humber boaſt or brag himſelf
That he hath put young Albanact to flight,
And left he ſhould triumph at my Decay,
This Sword fhall reave his Maſter of his Life:
That oft hath ſavd his Maſter's 5 doubtful — '
But
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ith,
But
be Ge be gone, we mall be robb'd by and by.
Fnter Eumber, Hubha, $22ar, Th aſſier, Eſtrild, and the
The Tragedy of Locrine. 27
But oh my Brethren 5 you care for me.
Revenge my Death 1928 his traiterous Head.
Et vos queis d. mus e nigrantis regra ditis,
Oui reg itis rigid ſcys ios mcedera mine luccs,
Nox cæci regina poliz furialis Erinnys,
Diique Deæ ue mnes, Albanum t lite regem,
I lite flumineis undis regivaqge vaude.
Nunc me fata vocant, bic cindam pec:re fe rum.
[Stabs himfelf,
Enter Trompart
O what hat h he done ? his Noſe hicecs; but I ſmell a Fax,
Look where my N. alter lies, Maſter, Maiter. |
Strum, Let me alone, I tell the, for I am dead.
Trom. Yet one, good, good Maſter,
trum. | will not ſpeak, for l am dead, I tell ther.
T rom. Aud is my Mater dead? Ling ng
O Sticks and Stenes, Frictbats and Bones,
And is my Mater dead?
O yu Cockatrices, and you Favla:rices,
That in the Wouds dwell :
Tow Briars and nes you Co k-ſhops and Shambles,
. Come hum and yel.
Vith hewling and ſcreeking, with wailing and n——_
me yu "to lament. |
O Cilliers rf Croyden, and Reuſticks of Royder,
And Fiſhers , Kent,
r Strumbo the ( er, the ſine merry Cobler
Of Cathnes EW
At this ſame Scare; und this very h.ur
Lies dead en the Greund,
O Maſter, Thieves, Thieves, 1 5
Strum, M here be they? cox me tunnx, bobzkin, let me
80 E NE VIII.
Solts fi Se
Hum, Thus from the dreadful * hocks of furious Mars,
Thundring Alarums and Rovamnuſa s Drum,
We are retir d with Joyiul Victory,
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28 The Tragedy e Locrine.
The ſlaughter'd Trojans ſqueltring in their Blood,
Infe& the Air with their Carcaſſes, Ft.
And are a Prey for ev'ry rav'nous Bird. |
Eſt. So , periſh: thzy that are our Enemies:
So periſh they that love not Humber's weal,
And mighty Jove, Commander of the world,
Protect, my Love from all falſe Treacheries.
Hum. Thanks, 2 Eſtrild, ſolace to my ſor.
But, valiant Hubba, for thy Chivalry Th
Declar'd againſt the Men of Albany,
Loe here a flowring Garland wreath'd of Bay,
As a Reward for this thy forward Mind, [| Sets it en his
Hub. This unexpected Honour, noble Sir, Head.
Will prick my Courage unto braver Deeds,
And cauſe me to attempt ſuch hard Exploits,
That all the world ſhall ſound of Hubba's Name.
Hum, And now, brave Soldiers, for this good Succeſs
Carouſe whole Cups of Amazenian wine,
Swevter than Nectar or Ambroſia. |
And caſt away the Clods of curſed Care,
With Goblets crown'd with Semeleius Gifts,
Now let us march to Abis Silver Streams,
That clearly glide along the Champane Fields,
And moiſt the graily Meads with humid Drops,
Sound Drums and Trumpets, ſound up cheartully,
Sith we return with Joy and Victory. [Exeunt.
ee eee eee
ACT IE "SCENE TL
Dumb Show. Enter Ate as leſere. A Crocodile ſitting on
a Rivers Bank, and a little Snake ſtingi,s it. Then
bith of them fall into tbe Water, TI |
Ate. QC lerà in authorem cacunt,
: High on a Bank by Nzlus' boiſterous Streams,
Feartuiiy ſat th*Zgyptian Crocodile, | |
Preadfully grinding in her ſharp long Teeth
The broken Bowels of a filly Fiſh, |
His Pack was arm'd againſt the dint of Spear,
Vith Shields of Braſs that ſhin'd like burniſht Gold, :
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A ſubtle Adder creeping cloſely near,
Thruſting his forked Sting into his Claws,
With that his Army made of mungrel Curs,
To quicken with his vital Notes and Tunes
The Kinty Joints of every ſtony Rock,
Ent ed the Field with Martial Equipaze,
Led forth his Army gainit the ſtragling Mates,
The Tragedy of Locrine. 29
And as he ſtretched forth his cruel Paws,
Privily ſhed his Poiſon through his Bones,
Which made him {well that there his Bowels burſt,
That did ſo much in his own greatn2(s truſt,
So Humber having conquer'd Albana?,
Doth yield his Glory unto L:crine's Sword,
Mark what enſues, and you may ealily (ee,
That all our Life is but a Tragedy. [E.it,
SCENE H.
Enter Locrine, Guendeline, Corineius, Afſaracus, Thra-
| | ſimachus and Camber, |
Tec. And is this true, is Albana tus (lain ?
Hath curſed Humber with his ſtragling Hoſt,
Brought our redonhted Brother to his End?
O that i had the Tracian Orpheus Harp,
For to awake out of th' infernal Shade
Thoie ugly Devils of black Erebus,
That might torment the damned Traitor's Soul:
O that 1 had Amphicn's Inftrument |
By which the Scyth7ans might be puniſhed ;
For, by the Lightning of almighty J-ve,
The Hann ſhall die, had he ten thouſand Lives:
And would to God he had ten thouland Lives,
That 1 might with the arm-ſtrong Hercules,
Crop off to vile an Hydra's hiſſing Heads.
But ſlay me, Couſin, for | long to hear,
How Albanact came by untimely Death.
Thra. After the traiterous Hoſt of S:ythians
Young Albanact, impatiert of delay,
Whoſe Multitude did daunt our Soldiets- Minds,
Yet nothing could diſmay the forward Prince;
But with a Courage moſt heroical; |
B 2 Like
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Even juſt ten thouſand valiant Men at Arms
30 *'TheTrageadyof Locrine.
Like to a Lion mongſt a flock of Lambs, 3 |
Made havo:k ofthe taint-heart Fugitives, ,
Hewing a paſſage through them with his Sword;
Yea, we had almoſt giv'n them the Repulle, _
M hen ſuddenly from out the filent Wood
Hul ba with twenty thouſand Soldiers,
Cowardly came upon our weakned Backs,
And murthered all with fatal Maſfacre ;
A mongit which the old Debon, martial K night,
M ith many wounds was hrought unto the Death:
And Albanact oppreſt with multitude, :
V hilff valiantly he feld his Enemics,
Yielded his life and honour to the Duſt.
He being dead, the Soldiers fled amain,
And Ia one eſciped them by flight,
To bring you Tidings of thele accidents.
Lee, Not eged Priam, King of ſtately Try;
Crand Emperor of barb'rous Aſia, |
M hen he bzheld his noble minded Son
Slain traiterouſly by all the Mir mi dens,
Lamented more than I for Albanat,
Guen. Not Hecuba the Queen of Ilium,
M hen ſhe beheld the Town of Pe:gamus,
Her Palace burnt, with all-devouring Flames,
Fer fiſty Sons and Daughters freſh ot hue,
N urther'd by wicked Pyrzbaus b'oody Sword,
Shed ſuch ſad Tears as | for Albanact. |
Cam. The griel of Nich, fair Athens Queen,
For her ſeyen Sons magranimcus in Field,
For her ſeven Daughters fairer than the faireſt,
Is nut to be compar'd with my laments. ;
Cer, in vain you Sorrow for the ſlaughter d Prince,
In vain you ſor o fer his overthrow; | |
He loves not moſt that doth lament the moſt,
Put he that ſeeks to verge the Injury; |
J hink you to quell the Enemies warlike Train,
With childiſh Sobs and womaniſh Lament?
Unſheath your Swords, unſheath your conqu'ring Swords,
And ieek revenge, the comtort for this (ore :
In Cerawall, when i hold my Regiment,
hd
Hath Crineius ready at command:
Al
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The Tragedy of Locrine.. 31
All theſe and more, if need ſliall more require,
Hath Corineius ready at command.
Cam. And in the Fields of martial Cambria,
Cloſe by the boiſtrous Iſcan's Silver Streams,
Where light-foot Fairiesskip from Bank to Bank,
Full twenty thouſand brave couragious Knights,
Well exercis'd in feats of Chivalry, |
In manly manner molt inyincible,
' Young Camber bath with Gold and Victual.
All thele and more, if need ſhall more require,
I offer up to venge my Brother's Death.
Tec. Thar ke, loving Uncle, and good Brother too,
For this revenge, for this ſweet Word revenge
Muſt eaſe and ceaie my wrongtul Injuries;
And by the Sword of bloody Mars | ſwear,
Ne'r ſhall ſweet quiet enter this niy Front,
Till be venged on his traiterous Head,
J hat flew my noble Brother Albanact. |
Sound. Prumsand Trumpets, muſter up the Camp,
Fer we will {trait march to Albania. [Excunt.
. Be
Enter Humber, Eſtrid, Hubba, Thraſſier, and the Soldiers.
Hum. Lhus are we come, victorious Conqueror,
Unto the flowing Current's ſi ver Streams,
M hich, in memorial of our Victory,
Shall be agnominated hy our Name,
And talked of by our Poſterity:
For ſure I hope before the Golden Sun
Poſteth his Horſes to fair Thetis Plains,
To fee the Waters turned into Blood,
And change his blewiſh Hue to rueful red,
By reaſon of the fatal Maſſacre, -
Which fhall be made upon the virent Plains.
Enter the Gh:/t if Albana&.
_ Ghzofi, Sce how the Traitor doth preſege his harm,
See how he glories at his own decay, |
See how he triumphs at his proper Loſs,
O Fortune vile, unſtable, fickle, frail !
Hun. Methinks I fee bath Armies in the Field,
The broken Lances climb the 8 Skies,
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32 The Tragedy of Locrine.
Some headleſs lie, ſome breathleſs on the Ground,
Ard every place is ſtrew'd with Carkaſſes,
| Behold the Graſs hath loſt his pleaſant green,
- The ſweeteſt Sight that ever might be ſeen.
Gheſt. Ay Traiterous Humber, thou ſhalt find it ſo,
Yea to thy coſt thiu ſhalt the ſame behold, |
With Anguiſh, Sorrow, and with ſad Laments :
The graſſie Plains, that now do pleale thine Eyes,
Shall ere the Night be colour'd all with Blood;
The ſhady Groves that no incloſe thy Camp,
And yieid ſweet ſavour to thy damned Corps, |
Shall ere the Night be figured all with Blood; b
The profound Sti eam that paſſed by thy Tents, -
And with his Moiſture ſerveth all thy Camp,
Shall ere the Night converted be to Blood.
Yea with the Blood of thole thy ſtragling Boys:
For now revenge ſhall eaſe my lingring Grief, 2
And now revenge ſhall glut my longing Soul. | E my
Hub. Let come what will, I mean to bear it out,
And either live with glorious Victory, | : 9
Or die with Fame renown'd for Chivalry: 4
He is not worthy of the Honey- comb, | 0
That ſhunsthe Hives becauſe the Bees have ſtings 3 8 7
hat likes me beſt that is not got with eaſe, | k
M hich thouland Dangers do accompany z3 £9 1
or nothing can diſmay our regal Mind; pb
M hich aims at nothing but a Golden Crown, 10
T he only upſhot of mine enterpriſes. |
Were they inchanted in grim Pluto's Court, *
Ard kept for treaſure *mongſt his helliſh Crew, he
J would either quell the tripple Cerberus
And all the Army of his hateful Hags . ha
Or roll the Stone with wretched Sſiphus. - ; an
Hum. Right martial be thy thoughts, my noble Son, 5
And all thy Words favour of Chivalry. |
3 Enter Segar. ”
Put, warlike Segar,. what ſtrange Accidents ba
Mæke you to leave the warding of the Camp? Eu
Secar, To Arms, my Lord, to honou able Arms;
Take helm ard targe in Hard, the Britens comm | 0
V ich great Multitude than erſt the Greeks | ad
Brought to the Ports of Phryzidian Tene des.
i 1 Hu.
The Tragedy of Locrine. 33
Hum. But what ſaith Segar to theſe Accidents?
What Counſel gives he in Extremities? |
Segar. Why this, my Lord, experience
That Reſolutior's a ſole help at need. |
And this, my Lord, our honour teacheth us,
That we be bold in every enterpriſe; _
Then ſince there is no way but fight or die,
Be reſolute; my Lord, for Victory.
Hum, And reſolute, Segar, I mean to be,
Perhaps ſome bliisful Star will favour us,
And comfort bring to our perplexed State:
Come let us in and fort ifie our Camp,
So to withitand their ſtrong Invaſion. [ Exeunt.
| SCE MEE FY.
Enter Strumbo, Trompart, Oliver, and his Son William
1 , following them. :
Strum. Nay Neighbour Oliver, if you be ſo whot, come
prepare your ſelf, you ſhall find two as ſtout Fellows ct
us, as any in all the North. | | |
Oliv. No by my droth Neighbour SHrumbo. Teh zee
dat you are a Man of ſmall xideration, dat will Zeek to
teacheth us,
„
—
- Injure your old yreends,. one of your vamiliar gueſts, and
dereforè zeeing your pinion is to deal withouten reazon,
Ich and my zonne William will take dat courſe, dat ſhall
ba fardeſt vrom reaſon; how zay you, will you have my
Paughterorno? | |
St um. Avery hard queſtion, Neighbour, but I wilt
ſolve it as [ may ; what reaſon have you to demand it of me?
Will, Marry Sir, what reaſon had you when my Siſter
was in the barn to tumble her upon the Hay, and to fiſn
her Belly ? oe 7 | |
Strum, Maſs thou fay'ſt true; well, but would you
have me marry her therefore? No, | ſcorn her, and you,
and you: Ay, 1 ſcorn you all. | |
Olive. You will not have her then?
Strum. No, as lama true Gentleman.
. Will. Then will we School you, ere you and we part
ence. e | | A
Enter Margery, and jnatches the Staff cut of ker Brither's
Hand as he is fighting. |
Strum. Ay, you come in Pudding time, or elſe Thad. *
dreſt them. R | | 5
5. B 4 Mar.
will, I will, I will.
Whole haughty Courage is invincible:
34 The Tragedy of Locrine.
Mar. You Maſter 1 Lobꝛocks, Cockſcomb,
you Slopſawce, Lickfingers, will you not hear?
Strum. 8 ſpeak you to, me ?
Mar. Ay, Sir, to you, Jobn Lack honeſty, little wit, is
it you that will have none of me?
Strum. No by my troth, Miſtreſs Nicebice, 1 oa
you can Nick-name me; I think you were brought up in
th2 Univerſity of Brid. we!” you have your Rhetorick fo
ready at jour Tongues end, as ir you were never wel
warn'd when you were young.
Mar. M by then Goodman eods- head, if you will have
none of me, farewel.
Strum, If you be fo Plain, Miſtreſs Driggle-draggle,
fare you well.
Mar. Nay, maſter Strumbo, ere you go from hence, we
maſt have more words, you will haye none of me ?
| They fight.
Strum. Oh my Head, my Head, leave, leaveNeavye, I
Mar. Upon that condition I let thee algne.
Oliv. How now Maſter Strumbo, hath
taught you a new Leſſon?
Strum. Ay but hear you, 8 EE. it. will not
be for my Eaſe to bave my Head broken every Day,
therefore remedy this, and we ſhall agree,
Oliv. Well, Zon, well, for you are my Zon now, all
ſhall be remedied, Daughter, be Friends with him.
[ Shake Hands.
Daughter
Strum. Y ou are a ſweet Nut, the Devil crack you, Ma-
ſters, | think it be my Luck, my firſt Wife was a loving
quiet Wench, but this T think would weary the Devil.“ I
would ſhe might be burnt as my other Wife was; it not,
I muſt run to the Halter for help. O Cod piece, thou haſt
undone thy Maſter, this it is to be meddling with warm
Plackets, 5 | | [Ex-unt,
„ NF.
Enter Locrine, Camber; Corineius, Thrafimacus, and
Alſſarachus. |
Loc, Now am I guarded with an Hoſt of Men,
Now
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Now am [I hemm'd with Troops of Soldiers,
Such as might force Belloua to 1etire,
And make her tremble at their Puiſſance.
Now {it U like the mighty God of War,
When armed with his Coat of Adamant,
Mounted his Chariot drawn with mighty. Bulls,
He drove the Argives over Xanthus Stream.
Now, curled Humber, doth thy End draw nigh,
Down goes the glory of his Victories;
And all his Fame, and all his high Renown,
Shall in a Moment yield to Locrine's Sword.
Thy bragging Eanpers croſt with argent Streams,
.T he Ornaments'of thy Pavilions,
Shall all be captivated with this Hand;
And thou tbylclt, at Albana us Tomb
Shalt offer'd be, in Satisfaction
Of all the wrongs thou didſt him when he liv” d.
But canſt thou tell me, brave I Hraſi mach is,
How far we are diſtant from Humber's Camp.
Thra. My Lord, within yon foul accurſed Groves
That bears the Tokens of our Overthrow, _
This Humber hath intxench'd his damned Camp.
March on, .my Lord, becauſe | long to ſce
The treacherous Seytbiajus {que}tring in their Gore.
Loc. Sweet Fortune, , fayour Lorne with a ſmile,
That I may venge my noble Brother's Death,
And in the midſt of ſtately Iroynovant,
Til build a Temple to thy Deity
Of perfect Marble, and of Jacinth Stones,
That it ſhall paſs the bigheſt Piramids,
Which with their top .ſurmount the firmament.
Cam, The arm- ſtrong Off ſpring of the douhted Knight
StoutyMercules, Alemenas mighty. Son,
Thattam'd the Monſters of the three-fold world,
And rid the oppreſſed from the Tyrants Yokes,
Did never ſhew tuch yaliantneſs in Fight,
As I will now for, noble Albanaf.
Cor. Full fourſcore. Years hath Cyrinelus liy 'd,
Sometimes in War, ſometimes in quiet Peace,
And yet I feel m elf to be as ſtrong
As erſt I, was in ummer of mine Age,
Able to toſs this great unwieldy Club.
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36 The Tragedy of Locrine.
Which hath been pa'nted with my foe-mens Brains +
And with this Club UII break the ſtrong array
Of Humber and this ſtragling Soldiers,
Or loſe my Life amongſtthe thickeſt preſs,
And die with Honour in my lateſt Days:
Yetere I die they all ſhall underſtand,
Whit force lyes in ſtout Corznerus Hand. |
Tora. And it Thraſimmebus detract the Fight, |
Either for weakneſs or tor cowardiſe,
Leet him net bcalt that Brutiss was his or
Or that brave Cer/n2zus was his Sire, 9
Loc. Ihen ccurage, Soldiers, firſt for your Saftty, |
Next for your Peace, laſt for your Victory. [Excunt.
S uud the Alarem. Euter Hubba and Sugar at one Docx,
and Corincius at the ether.
Cor. Art thou that Humber, Prince of Fugitives,
That by thy: Trea'onflew | young Albanat Þ-
Hab. I am his Son that New young Albanact,
And if thou take not heed, proud PHyg ian,
I'll ſend thy Soul unto the S7 an lake,
There to complain of Hamber's Injuries. |
C:r. You triumph, Sir, before the Victory,
For Coerineius is not ſo ſoon lain.
But, curfed Stythzans, you ſhall rue the Day,
That e'er you came into Albania.
So peirſh they that envy Britain's wealth,
So let them die with endlefs infamy, .
And he that ſeeks his Sovereign's overthrow,
| MEES this my Club might aggravate his Woe.
[Strikes then both down with his Clubs
Enter Humber. |
Hum. Where Tins, find ſome deſart Wilderneſs, |
M here may I breath out cui ſes as I would,
And ſcare the Earth with my condemning Voice:
Where every Echoes repercuſſion |
Nay help me to bewail my Overthrow,
And aid me in my ſorrowtful laments? ©
W here may I find ſome hollow uncouth Rock,
Where! may damn, condenm, and ban my fil,
The Heav'ne, the Hell, the Earth, the Air, the Fires
And utter er curſes to che concaye Sky. -
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Which may infect the airy Regions, :
And light upon the Briton Tocrines Head?
You ugly Spirits that in Cocitus mourn, |
And gnaſh your Teeth with dolorous laments,
You fearful dogs that in black Lethe howl, |
And (care the Ghoſts with your wide open throats,
You ugly Ghoſts that lying from theſe dogs,
Do plunge your ſelves in Puryflegiton. |
Come all of you, and with your ſhrieking notes,
Accompany the Britons Conquering Hoſt.
Come fierce Eriums horrible with Snakes,
Come ugly Furies, armed with your Whips,
You threefold Judges of black Tartarus,
Andall the Army of your helliſh Fiends,
With new-found tor ments rack proud TLocrine's Bones,
O Gods ard Stars, damn'd be the Gods and Stars,
That did not drown me in fair Thezits Plains.
Curſt be the Sea that with outragious Waves,
With ſurging Billows did not rive my Ships
Againſt the Rocks of high Cęrannia,
Or ſwallowed me intq her watry Gulf,
Would God we had arriv'd upon the Shore
Where Polyphemus and the Cycleps dwell,
Or where the bloody Anthropophagze A
With greedy. Jaws devour the-wandring Wights,
Enter the Gheſt of Albanact.
But why comes Albanatus's bloody Ghoſt,
To bring a corſive to our milcries!
Is't not enough to ſuffer ſhameful flight,
But we muſt be tormented now with Ghoſts ?
Wirk Apparitions feartul to behold ?
Gboſt, Revenge, revenge for Blood.
Hum, So, nought will {atisfie your wandring Ghoſt,
But dire revenge. nothing but Humber's tall,
Becauſe he conquer'd you in Albany.
Now by my oul, Humber would be condemn'd:
To Tantal's Hunger, or Ixion's Wheel,
Or to the Yulture of Prometheus,
Rather than that this Murther were undone,
When as | dye ll drag thy curſed Ghoſt
T hrough all the Rivers of foul Erabus,
Through burning Sulphur of the Limbo-lake,
38 The Tragedy of Locrine.
To alay the burning Fury of that Heat,
4 hat rageth in mine everlaſting Soul.
Gh, Vindida, Vindicta. : | [ Exeunt,
Bot Bobo Po Fo tata to roo Toto To PoToLOTaVofoke,
AD TIN R I.
Enter Ate as befcre. Ih Omphale Daughter to the King of
Lydia, having @ Club in her Hand, and a Lion's skin on
ber Rack, Hercules folewing with a Diftaff. Then Om-
pnaie turns about, and taking ff ver Pantojie. ſt ies Her-
cules cu the bead, then they depart. Ate remai nina, ſaxs;
Cem non Argelici mandata ſevcra Hranni,
Neon pctuit Juno vincere, vicit amor.
Stout Hercules the mirror of the world,
Son to Alemena and great Jupiter,
After ſo many Conqueſts won in Field,
After ſo many Monſters quelPd by Force,
Yielded his valiant Heart to O-phale,
A tearſul Woman void of manly Strength: |
Fhe took the Club, and wore the Lion's Skin,
He took the Wheel, and maidenly gan ſpin.
So martial Locrine cheer'd with Victory,
Falleth in Love with Numbers Concubine,
And ſo forgetteth peerleſs Guendeline.
His Uncle Corineius ſtorms at this, 7
And forceth Tocrine for his Grace to ſue. 265
Lo here the Sum, the Proceſs doth enlue. '[ Exit,
SCENE HI.
Enter Locrine, Camber, Corinetus, Afarachus, Thraff-
| machus, and the Soldiers. | |
Loc. Thus from the Fury of Bellona's broils,
With ſound of Drum and Trumpets Melody,
F he Britain King returns triumphantly.
7 he Scythzans ſlain with great Occiſion, |
No equalize the graſs in multitude, _ 5
And with their Blood have ſtain'd the ſtreaming brooks,
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With loſs of Life and everduring ſhame.
Or as the Plough-man with his piercing Share
If the brave Nation of the Troglodites,
If all the coal-back Æthicpians,
That guides the concourfe of the Meteors,
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Offering their Bodies and their deareſt Blood ht 3
As ſacrifice to Albanaitus Ghoſt. | l
Now curſed Humber haſt thou paid thy due,
For all thy Guiles, and damned Stratagems,
Where are thy Horſes trap'd with burniſh'd Gold,
Thy trampling Courſers rul'd with foaming bits?
Where are thy Soldiers ſtrong and numberlels?
Thy valiant Captains, and thy noble Peers;
Ev'n as the Country Clown with ſharpeſt Scythes,
Do mow the wither'd Graſs from off the Earth,
Renteth the Bowels of the fertile Fields,
And rippeth up the Roots with Razors keen
So Locrine with his mighty curtle Axe, |
Hath cropped off the the Heads of all thy Hunns,
So Tecrines Peers have daunted all thy Peers,
And drove thine Hoſt unto confuſion, 5
T hat thou may'ſt ſuffer Fenance for thy fault,
And die for murdering valiant Albana t.
Cori, And thus, yea thus, ſhall all the reſt be ſerv' d,
That ſeek to enter Albion gainſt our wills. ö
If all the Forces of the Amarons,
If all the Hoſts of the Barbarian Sands,
Should dare to enter this our little World,
Soon ſhould they rue their over- bold attempts,
That after us our Progeny may ſay, | 2h
There lyes the Beaſt that ſought to uſurp our Land.
Loc. Ay; they are Beaſts that ſeek to uſurp our Land,
And like to bruttſh Beaſts they ſhall be ſerv'd. |
For mighty Jove, the ſupream King ef Heay'n, +
And rules the motion of the azure Sky,
Fights always for the Britains ſafety.
But ſtay, methinks, I hear ſome ſchrieking noiſe,
That draweth near to our Pavillion.
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And thinks no chance can ever throw him down,
Or that his ſtate ſhall everlaſting ſtand, 4d
Let him behold poor E/irildin this plight, ©
The perfect Platform of a troubled Wight.
Once was I guarded with mayortial bands,
Compact with Princes of the noble Blood,
Now am. I fallen into my Foe: mens hands, +
And with my death muſt. pacify their mood.
O Life, the barbeur ef Calamities, _
O Death, the haven of all miſcries,
I cou!d compare my ſorrows to thy woe,
T hou wretched Queen of wretched Pergamus,
But that thou view'dit thy Enemies oyerthrow,
Nigh to the Rock of high Capharers.-. . 5
Thou ſaw'ſt their death, and then departed'ſt thence, |
J muſt abide the Victor's Inſolence. 3
The gods that pitied thy continual Grief,
Transform'd thy Corps, and with thy Corps thy care,
Poor Eſtrild lives deſpairing of Relief,
For Friends in trouble are but few and rare.
What, ſaid I, few? Ay, few or none at all,
For cruel Death: 1 of them all.
Thrice happy they whoſe fortune was ſo good.,
To end their lives, and with their lives their woes,
Thrice hapleſs I, whom fortune ſo withſtogd,
That cruelly ſhe gave me to my Foes.
O Soldiers, is there any-miſery
To be compar d to. fortune's treachery,
Loc. Camber, this ſame ſhould be the Scythian Queen
Cam. So may we judge by her lamenting words.
Toc. So fair a Dame mine Eyes did never ſee,
With floods of woes ſhe ſeems o erwhelm' d to be.
cam. O Loco ine, bath ſhe not a cauſe for to be ſad?
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Toc. If ſhe haye cauſe to weep for Humber's death,
And ſhed ſalt tears for her Overthrow: |
Zcerine may well bewail his proper grief,
Tocrine may move his own peculiar woe.
He being conquer d, died a ſpeedy death,
And felt not long his la mentable ſmart;
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gave him cauſe to die a ſpeedy death. '
He left me cauſe to wiſh a ſpeedy death.
O that ſweet Face painted with Nature's dye,
Thoſe roſeal Cheeks mixt with a ſnowy. white,
That decent Neck ſurpaſſing Ivory, 7
Thoſe comely Breaſts: which Vnuus well might ſpite,
Are like to ſnares which wily fowlers wrought,
Wherein my yielding Heart is priloner caught.
The golden treſſes of her dainty Hair,
Which ſhine like Rubies glittering with the Sun,
Have ſo entrap'd poor Locrine's love-ſick Heart,
That from the ſame no way it can be won.
How true is that which oft I heard declar'd,
One dram of Joy muſt have a pound of Care.
Eft. Hard is their fall, who from a golden Crown
Are caſt into a Sea of wretchednels. |
Loc. Hard is their thrall, who by Cupid's frown
Are wrapt in waves of endlels carefulreſss.
Eſt. O Kingdom, Object to all miſeries.
Loc. O Love, the extream'lt of all extremities.
| 5 [ Goes into his Chair.
Sold. My Lord, in ranſacking the Scythian Fents, '
I found this Lady, and to manifeſt
That earneſt Zeal I bear unto your Grace,
J here prelent her to your Majeſty.
Another Sold. He lies, my Lord, I found the Lady firſt,
and here preſent her to your Majeſty. Fer: 6: |
I Sold. Preſumptuous Villain, wilt thou take my prize?
2 Sold. Nay, rather thou depriv'ſt me of my right.
1 Sold. Reſign thy Title, Caitiff, unto me,
Or with my ſword I'll pierce thy Coward's Loins.
2 Sold. Soft words, good Sir, tis not enough to lpeak :
A barking Dog doth ſeldom ſtrangers bite.
Loc, Unreverent Villains, ſtrive you in our ſight?
Take them hence, Jailor, to the Dungeon,
There let them lie and try their quarrel out;
But thou, fair Prineeſs, be no whit diſmay d,
But rather joy that Locrine favours thee. |
Eſt, How can he favour; me that flew my Spouſe?
Loc, The chance of war, my Love, took him from thee,
Eſt. But Loorine was the cauſer of his death. |
| oc. He was an Enemy to Locrine's State, 7
And flew my noble Brother Albanact. Est.
42 The Tragedy of Lacrine.
Et. But he was link me in Marriage- bond,
And would you have m ſove his Slaughterer?
Loc. Better to live, than not to live at all.
Eſt. Better to die renown'd for chaſtity,
Than to live with ſhame and endleſs infamy.
What would the common ſort report of me,
If I forgot my love, and cleave to thee ?
Loc, Kings need not fear the vulgar ſentences.
Eſt. But Ladies muſt regard their honeſt Name.
Toc. Is it a ſhame to live in Marriage-bonds ?
Ed. No, but to be a Strumpet to a King.
Loc. If thou wilt yield to Locrine's burning Love,
Thou ſhalt be Queen of fair Albania.
Ef. But Gaendelime will undermine my State.
Loc. Upon mine Honour, thou ſhalt have no harm.
Ef. Then lo, brave TLecrine, Efrild yields to thee,
And by the Gods, whom thou doſt invocate,
By the dread Ghoſt of thy deceaſed Sire, |
By thy right-hand, and by thy burning Love, \
Take pity on. poor Eſtrild s wretched thrall.
Cori. Hath Locrine.then forgot his Guendeline,
That thus he courts the Scythians Faramour ?
What, are the words of Brute ſo foon forgot?
Are my deſerts ſo quickly out of mind?
Have I been faithful to thy Sire now dead ?2s _—+
Have I protected thee from Humber's hand, N
And do'ſt thou quit me with Ungratitude?
Is this the guerdon for my grievous wounds?
Is this the Honour for my labours paſt ? |
Now by. my Sword, LZecrine, I ſwear to thee,
This Injury of thine ſnall be repaid. ©
Toc. Uncle, ſcorn you your Royal Soyeraign, :,
And if we ſtood for Cyphers in the Court;
VUpbraid you me with thoſe your benefits? /
Why, it was a Subject's duty fo todo,
What you have done for our deceaſed Sire
We know, and all know, you have your reward.
Ciri, Avaut, proud Princox, brav'ſt thou me withal
Aſſure thy ſelf theugh thou be Emperor, |
Thou'ne'er ſhall carry this unpuniſhed. |
Cab. Pardon my Brother, noble Crineius,
Pardon this once, and it ſnall be amended.
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Aſa. Couſin, remember Brutus lateſt words,
How he deſired you to cheriſh them : | |
Let not this fault ſo much incenſe your Mind,
Which is not yet paſſed all remedy. -
Cri. Then Locrine, lol reconcile my ſelf,
But as thou lov'ſt thy Life, fo love thy Wife.
But if thou violate thofe promiles,
Blood and revenge ſhall light upon thy Head.
Come, let us back to ſtately Troynovant,
Where all theſe matters ſhall be ſettled, 1 4
Loc. Millons of Devils wait upon thy Soul, [IT Himſelſ-
Legions of Spirits vex thy impious Ghoſt :
Ten thouſand torments rack thy curſed bones,
Let every thing that hath the uſe of breath,
Be inſtruments and workers of thy death. [ Exeunt,
SCENE III.
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Enter Humber alone, his Hair hanging over his Shoulders,
his Arms all blocdy, and a Dart in one Hands
Hum. What Baſilisk bath hatched in this place,
Where every thing conſumed is to nought ?
What fearful Fury haunts theſe curled Groves,
Where not a root is let for Humber's Meat?
Hath fell Aleſto with e nvenom'd blaſts, .
Breathed forth poiſon in theſe tender Plains?
Hath tripple Cerberus with contagious foam,
Sow'd Aconitum mongſt theſe wither'd Herbs?
Hath dreadful Fames with her charming rods
Brought barrennels on every truittul Tree
What not a Root, no Fruit, no Beaſt, no Bird,
To nouriſh Humber in this Wildernels?
What would you more, you Fiends of Erebus?
My vety Intrails burn for want of drink,
My Bowels cry Humber give us ſome meat,
But wretched Humber can give you no meat,
T hete fuul accuried Groves atford no meat :
This fruitleſs ſoil, this ground bring forth no meat.
The Gods, hard-hearted Gods, yield me no meat.
Then how can Humber give you any meat? | |
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Strum. How do you, Maſters, how do you ? how
have you 'ſcap'd hanging 'this long time? 7faith I have
ſcaped many-a ſeouring this year, but i thank God I have
Paſt them all with a good couragio, couragio, and my wife
and I are in great love and charity now, I thank my Man-
hocd and my ſtrength; for I will tell you, Maſters, upon a
certain Day at Night I came home, to lay the very truth,
with my Stomach full of Wine, and ran up into the Cham-
ber, where my Wife ſoberly {ate rocking my little Baby,
leaning her back againſt the Bed, ſinging lullaby, Now
When the ſaw me come with my nole foremoſt, thinking.
that I had been Drunk, as I was indeed, ſnatch'd up a
Faggot ſtick in her hand, and came furiouſly marching to-
wards me, with a big Face, as tho' ſhe would have eaten
me at a bit; thundering ont theſe words unto me, Thou
drunken Knaye, where haſt thou been ſo long? I ſhall.
teach thee how to benight me another time; and ſo ſhe
began to play Knaves Trumps. Now, although I trem-
bled, fearing ſhe would ſer her ten Commandments in
my Face, ran within her, and taking her luſtily by the
middle, I carried her valiant!y to the bed, and flinging,
her upon it, lung myſelf upon her, and there I delight-
ed her ſo with the ſport 1 made, that ever after ſhe
would call me ſweet Husband, and fo baniſh'd brawling
for ever; and to ſee the good Will of the Wench. the |
brought with her Portian a Yard of Land, and by that I
am now become one of the richeſt Men in our Pariſh.
Well, Maſters, What's a Clock ? It is now Breakfaſt time,
you ſhall ſee what meat I have here for my Breakfaſt,
He ſets down and pulls out Bis Fictuals.
Hum, Was ever land ſo fruitleſs as this Land?
Was ever Grove ſo gracelefs as this Grove?
Was ever Soil fo barren as this Soil?
Oh no: The Land where hungry Fames dwelt,
May no ways equalize this curſed Land;
No, even the climate of the Torrid Zone
Brings forth more fruit than this accurſed Grove,
Ne'er came {weet Ceres, ne er came Venus here;
Triptolemus the God of Husbandmen,
Ne er ſow'd his ſeed in this foul Wilderneſs,
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Which have confum'd the Graſs, the Herbs the Trees,
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Meat in his Picket, ſeeking to hide himſelſ.
Hum. Thou great Commander of the ſtarry Sky,
Thar guid'ſt th' Life of every mortal Wight,
From the incloſures of the fleeting Clouds
Rain down ſome Food, or elſe I faint and die.
Pour down ſome Drink, or elſe T faint and die.
O Japiter, haſt thou ſent Mercury
In clowniſh Shape to miniſter ſume Food?
Some Meat, ſome Meat, ſome Meat. |
Strum, O alas, Sir, ye are deceiy'd, Iam not Mercury,
I am Stramboe. |
Hum, Give me ſome Meat, Villain, give me ſome Meat
Or 'gainſt this Rock III daſh thy eurſed Brains,
And rend thy Bowels with my bloody Hands,
Give me ſome Meat, Villain, give me ſame Meat.
Strum. By the Faith of my Body, good Fellow, I had
rather give a whole Ox than that thou ſhouldſt ſerve me
me in that ſort. Daſh out my Brains! O horrible,
terrible. I think I haye a quarry of Stones in my
Pocket. |
He makes as though 5e would give him ſome, and as he
putteth out his Hand, enters the Gbeſt of Albana&t, and
ſtrikes him on the Hand, and ſo Strumbo runs out, Hum-
ber following him. | [ Exeunt,
Ghost. Lo here the Gift of fell Ambition,
Of Ularpation and of Treachery,
Lo hear the Harms that wait upon all thoſe _
Thit do intrude themſelees in other's Lands,
M hich are not under their Dominion. [Exits
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Enter Locrine alone, 1
Toc. Seven Years hath aged OGrineius lived
To Tocrine's Griet, and fair Eſtrilda's Woe,
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And ſeven Years more he hopeth yet to live:
Oh ſupreme Jove, annihilate this thought,
Should he enjoy the Air's Fruition ?
- Should he enjoy the Benefit of Life ?
Should he contemplate the radiant Sun, |
That makes my Life equal to dreadful Death?
Venus convey this Monſter from the Earth,
That diſobeyeth thus thy ſacred Heſts.
Cupid convey this Monſter to dark Hell,
That diſannuls thy Mother's ſugar'd Laws.
Mars with thy Target all beſet with Flames,
With murthering Blade bereave him of his Life,
That hindreth Tecrine in his ſweeteſt Joys.
And yet for all his diligent aſpect, |
His wrathtul Eyes piercing like Linces Eyes,
Well have 1 overmatch'd his Subtilty.
Nigh Deucolitum by the pieafant Zee,
Where brackiſh Thamis ſlides with ſilver Streams,
Making a Breach into the g raſſie Downs,
A curious Arch of coſtly Merble fraught,
Hath Locrine framed underneath the Ground,
The Walis whereot, garniſh'd with Diamonds,
Mith Ophirs, Rubies, gliſtering Emeralds,
And interlac d with Sun- bright Carbuncles,
Lightens the room with artificial Day,
And from the Lee with Water - flowing Pipes
The moiſture is deriv'd into this Arch,
Where I have plac'd fair Eſtrild ſecretly.
T hither eſtſoons accompanied with my Page,
I covertly viſit my Heart's deſire,
Without ſuſpicion of the meaneſt Eye,
For Love aboundeth ſtill with Policy.
And thither ſtill means Zocr;nc to repair,
Till At. opos cut off mine Uncle's Life.
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Enter Humber alone, Saying z
O vita miſero longa, fælici brevis
Eheu malorum fames extre mum malum.
Long have I lived in this deſert Cave,
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With eating Haws and miſerable Roots,
' Devouring Leaves and beaſtly Excrements.
Caves were my Beds, and Stones my Fillowberes.
Fear was my leep, and Horror was my Dream;
For ſtill mechought at every boiſterous Blaſt, _
Now Locrzne comes, now Humber thou muſt die;
So that for Fear and Hunger, Hamber's Mind
Can never reſt but always trembling ſtands,
O what Danubius row may quench my Thirſt ?
What Euphrates, what light foot Euripus
May now allay the Fury of that Heat,
Which raging in my Entrails eats me up?
You ghaſtly Devils of the ninefold Styx,
You damned Ghoſts of Joyleſs A: heron,
You mournful Souls, vext in Abyſſas Vaults, ©
You cole-black Devils of Avernus Pond,
Come with your Fleſh-hooks, rend my famiſht Arms,
Theſe Arms that have ſuſtain'd their Maſter's Lite;
Come with your Razors rip my Bowels up,
With your ſharp Fire-forks crack my ſtarved Bones,
Uſe me as you will, fo Humber may nat live.
Accurled Gods that rule the ſtarry Poles
Accuried Jove, King of the accurſed Gods,
Caſt down your Lightning on poor Humber's Head,
That I may leave this Death-like Life of mine;
What hear you not, and ſhall not Humber die ?
Nay I will die, though all the Gods ſay ray.
And gentle Ay take my troubled Corps,
Take it and keep it from all mortal Eyes, |
That none may ſay, when I have lot my Breath,
Lhe very Floods confpir'd *gainſt Humber's Death.
lings himſelf intothe Ri ver.
Enter the Ghoit of Albanact.
En cædem ſequitur, cad:s in cœde quiz/io,
Humber is dead, joy Heayn's, leap Earth, dance Trees;
Now may thou reach thy Apples Tantalus, 5
And with em feed thy hunger bitten Limbs.
Now Syſiphus leave tumbiing of thy Rock,
And reſt thy reſtleſs Bones upon the ſame. q
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And lay proud Humber on the whirling V. heel, | 4
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ACT v. SCENE I.
Enter Ate as before. Jaſon leading Creon's Darghter,
Medea following, a Garland in ber Hand, and putting it
on Creon's Daughter's Head, ſetteth it on Fire, and they
killing Jalon and ber, departs.
ON tam Trinacriis exaſtuat ætna cavernis,
.Zaſe fartivo quam cor mulieris amore.
Medea ſeeing Jaſon leave her Love,
And chuſe the Daughter of the Theban King,
Went to her deviliſh Charms to work Revenge;
And raiſing up the tripple Hecate,
With all the rout of the condemned Fiends,
Framed a Garland by her magick Skill,
With which ſhe wrought Jaſon and Cecn's Ill.
So Guendeline ſeeing herſelf miſus'd,
And Humber's Paramour poſſeſs her place,
Flies to the Dukedom of C:rnubza,
And with her Brother, ſtout Thraſima:hus,
Gathering a Power of Crniſh Soldiers,
Gives Battel to her I*usband and his Hoſt,
Nigh to the River of Great Mercia:
The Chances of this diſmal Maflacre, .
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SCENE II.
Enter Locrine, Camber, Aſſaracus, and Thraſimachus.
Aſa. But tel] me, Couſin, dy'd my Brother ſo?
Now who is left to hapleſs Albion, |
That as a Pillar might uphold our State,
That might ſtrike I error to our daring Foes ?
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Of thole that ſtill deſire her ruinous fall,
And ſeek to work her downfal and decay?
Cam, Ay Uncle, Death's our common Enemy,
And none but death can match our matchleſs Power;
Witness the Fall of Albioneius Crew.
Witnels the Fall of Humber and his Hunns, _
And this foul Death hath now increas'd our Woe,
By taking Co, ineius from this Lite,
And in his room leaving us worlds of Care.
Thra. But none may more bewail his mournful Hearſe,
Than I that am the Iſſue of his Loins. |
Now foul befal that curſed Humber's Throat,
That was the cauſer of his lingring wound. _
Lic, Tears cannot raiſe him from the Dead again,
But where's my Lady Miſtreſs Guzndeline?
ra. In Cornwall, Locrine, is my Sitter now,
Providing for my Father's Funeral. 1
Loc. And her there provide her mourring Weeds,
And mourn for ever her own Widow-hood,
Ne'er ſhall ſhe come within our own Palace Gate,
To countercheck brave Locrine in his Love.
Go, Boy, to Deucolitum, down the Lee,
Unto the Arch where lovely Eſtrild lies,
Bring her and Sabren ſtraight unto the Court,
She tha]l be queen in Guendeline s room.
Let others wail for Crineius Death,
mean not ſo to macerate my Mind, 5
For him that barr'd me from my Heart's Deſire.
ra. Hath Lecrine then for ſook his Guendeline?
Is Corineius Death lo ſoon forgot?
If there be gods in Heay'n, as ſure there be,
If there be Fiends in Hell, as needs there muſt,
They will revenge this thy notorious wrong,
And pour their plagues upon thy curſed head.
Loc. What prat'ſt thou teaſant, to thy Sovereign?
Or art thou ſtrucken in ſome Extaly ?
Yoſt thou not tremble at our Royal Looks?
Poſt thou not quake when Mighty Loc ine trowns ?
| 'Thou beardleſs Boy, were't not that Locrine ſcorns
To vex his mind with ſuch a heartleſs Child,
With the ſharp Point of this my Battle-ax, |
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Thra. Though ! be young and of a tender Age,
Yet will | cope with Locrine when he dares, |
My noble Father, wsth his cenqu'ring Sword,
Shew the two Giants Kings of Aquitain.
Thraſimachus is not fo degererate, .
TT hat he ſhould fear and tremble at the looks,
Or taunting Words of a Venerean Squire, *
Loc. Menaceſt thou thy Royal Soveraign?
Uncivil, not beſeeming ſuch as yous ©
Injurious Traitor (for he is no leſs
That at Defiance ſtandeth with his K ing) 8
Leave theſe thy Taunts, leave vhele thy bragging Words,
Unleſs thou mean'{t to leave thy wretched Lite.
Thra. If Princes ſtain their glorious DNiznity
With ugly ſpots of monſtrous Irfamy,
Theſe loſe their former Eſtinfation,
And throw themſelves into a Hell of hate,
Toc. Wilt thou abuſe my gentle Patience,
As though thou didſt our high difpleafure ſcorn?
Proud Boy, that thou may ſt knew thy Prince is moy'd,
Yea, greatly movee at this thy ſwelling Pride,
We baniſh thee for ever from our Court.
Thra. Then, loſel LZocrine look unto thy (elf,
Aſſa. Alas, my Lord, you ſhould have call'd to mind
The Jateſt Words that Brutus ſpake to you.
How he deſir'd you, by the Obedience
That Children ought to bear their Sire,
To love and fayour Lady Guendeline :
Conſider this, that if the Injury
Do move her mind, as certainly it will,
War and Diſſention follows ſpeedily.
What though her Power be not fo great as yours,
Have you not ſeen a mighty Etephart we we
Slain by the biting of a filly Mouſe?
Even ſo the chance of V. ar inconſtant is.
Loc. Peace, Unkle, Peace, and ceafe to talk thereof;
For he that ſesks, by whiſpering this or that,
Jo trouble Loire, in his lweeteſt Lite,
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Enter the Page, with Eſtrild and Sabren.
E . O ſay me, Page tell me, where is the King?
Wherefore doth he ſend for me to the Court?
Is it to die ? Is it to end my Life?
Say me, ſweet Boy, tell me and do not feign.
Page. No truſt me, Madam if you will credit the little
Honeity that is yet left me, there is do ſuch Danger as
you fear, but prepare your ſelf, yonder's the King.
Eft. Then Eftrild lift thy dazled Spirits ile
And bleſs that bleſſed Time, that Day, that Hour,
That warlike Locrine firſt did favour thee.
Peace to the King of Britany, my Love,
Peace to all thofe that love and favour him. |
Loc. Doth Eferild fall with Submiſſion
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Before her Servant King of Albion? . * *
Ariſe, fair Lady, leave this lovely Chear,
Lift up thoſe Looks that cheriſh Locrine's Heart,
That I may freely view that roſeal Face,
Which ſo intangled hath my Love · ſick Breaſt,
Now the Court, where we will court it out,
And paſs the Night and Day in Ferns Sports.
Frolick brave Peers, be joyful with your King. [Exeunt;
8 CEN E III.
Enter Guendeline, Thraſimacus, Madan and Soldiers,
Guen. You gemle Winds that with your modeſt Blaſts
_ Paſs through the Circuit of the Heav'nly Vault,
Enter the Clouds unto the Throne of Fove,
And bear my Pray'rsto his all-hearing Eats,
For Locrine hath forſaken Guendeline, |
And learnt tolove proud Humber's Cohcubine.
Vou happy Sprites that in the Concave Sky,
With pl eee enjoy your ſweeteſt Love,
Shed forth thoſe Tears b „which then you ſhed,
When firſt you, woo'd your Ladies to their Wills:
T hoſe Tears are fitteſt for my woeful Gale, -
Since Locrine fhuns my nothing-pleaſant Face,
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Shadow thy radiant. Locks in gloomy Clouds,
Deny thy cheerful Light unto the World,
Where nothing reigns but Falſhood and Deceit.
What, faid I, Falſhood ? Ay, that filthy Crime,
For Locrine hath forſaken Guendeline.
. Behold the Heav'ns do wail for Guendefne: |
The ſhining Sun doth bluſh for Guendeline: |
The liquid Air doth weep for Gaendeline: |
The very Ground doth groan for Guendeli ne. |
Ay, they are milder than the Britaiz King, '
For he rejecteth luckleſs Guendeline.
Thr. Siſter, Complaints are bootleſs in this Cauſe, F |
This open Wrong muſt have an open Plague
This Plague muſt be repaid with grievous War, „
This War muſt finiſh with Locrinus Death, |
His Death will ſoon extinguiſh our Complaints.
Gzen, O no, his Death will more augment my Woes; f
He was my Husband, brave Thrafmacus, | 5 5
More dear to me than th' Apple of mine Eye, 1
Nor can I find in Heart to work his Scathe.
Dr. Madam, if not your proper Injuries,
Nor my Exile, can move you to revenge:
Think on our Father Corineius Words,
His Words to us ſtand always for a Law, 3
Should Tocrine live, that caus'd my Father's Death ?
Should Locrine live, that now divorceth you?
The Heav'ns, the Earth, the Air, the Fire reclaims ; *
And then why ſhould we all deny the ſame? h
. Guen. Then henceforth farewel womianiſh Complaints,
All childiſh Pity henceforth then farewel:
But curſed Locrine, look unto thy ſelf,
For Nemeſis, the Miſtreſs of Revenge,
Sits arm'd at all Points on our diimal Blades,
And curſed Efr:/4, that inflam'd his Heart,
Shall, if I live, die a chful Death. + |
Mad. Mother, tho' Nature makes me to lament
My luckleſs Father's froward Letchery;
Yet for he wrongs my Lady Mother, thus,
I, if I could, my ſelf would work his Death.
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Forward, brave Soldiers, into Mercia,
Where we will brave the Coward to his Face. [ Exeuni.
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SCENE IV.
Enter Locrine, Eſtrild, Sabren, Aſſarachus, and the
| Soldiers. | |
Loc. Tell me, M arachus, are the Corniſb Chuffs
In ſuch great Number come to Mercia, |
And have they pitched there their Hoſt,
- Socloſe unto our Royal Manſion? @# _
Af. They are, my Lord, and mean incontinent
To bid Defiance to your Majeſty. EE,
Loc. It makes me laugh, to think that Guenae/ine
Should have the Heart to come in Arms againſt me.
Et. Alas my Lord, the Horſe will run amain —
When as the Spur doth gall him to the Bone ;
Jealouſy, Locrine, hath a wicked Sting.
Loc. Say'ſt thou fo, Eftrild, 5 Paragon?
Well, we will try her Choler to the Proof,
And make her know, Locrine can brook no Braves,
March on, Aſarachus, thou mult lead the Way,
And bring us to their proud Pavillion, [Exeunt.
s CE NE V.
Enter the Ghoſt of Corineius, avith Thunder and Lightning*
Ghoft. Behold, the Circuit of the azure Sky
Throws forth fad Throbs, and grievous Suſpirs,
Prejudicating Locrine's Overthrow : -
The Fire caſteth forth ſharp Darts of Flames,
The great Foundation of the tripple World
Trembleth ans quaketh with a mighty Noiſe,
Preſaging bloody Maſſacre at hand.
The wandring Birds that flutter in the Dark,
When helliſh Night in cloudy Chariot ſeated,
Caſteth her Miſts on ſhady Tellus Face, .
With ſable Mantles cov'ring all the Earth,
Now fly abroad amid the cheerful Day,
Foretelling ſome unwonted Miſery.
The ſnarling Curs of darkned Tartarns,
Sent from Avernus Ponds by Rhadamanth,
With howling Ditties peſter every Wood;
The watry Ladies, and the light-foot Fawns,
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| Andall the rabble of the woody Nymphs,
All trembling hide themſelves in ſhady Groves,
And ſhrowd themſelves in hideous hollow Pits.
The boifterous Boreas thundreth forth Revenge -
The ſtony Rocks cry out on ſharp Revenge:
'The thorny Buſh pronounceth dire Revenge. |
| [Sound the Alurun.
Nay Corincius ſtay and ſee Revenge,
And feed thy Soul with Locrines Overthrow :
Behold they come, the Trumpets call them forth,
The roaring Drums ſummon the Soldiers.
Lo where their Army gliftreth on the Plains,
Throw forth thy Lightning, mighty Jupiler,
Ans pour thyPlagues on curſed Locrine's Head. LAlide.
Enter Locrine, Eftrild, Afkurachus, Sa and their
Soldiers at one Door ; Thraſimachus, Gue * Ma-
dan, and their Followers at auotber. 7
Loc. What, is the Tiger ſtarted from his Cave 2
Js Guendeline come from Cornubia,
That thus ſhe braveth Locrine to the Feet)
And haſt thou found thine Armour, pretty Boy,
"Accompanied, with theſe thy ſtragling Mates 2
Believe me, but this Enterprize was bold,
And well deſerveth Commendation. - +
Guen. Ay, Locriue, traiterous Locrine, we are come,
With full Pretence to ſeek thy Qverthrow, |
What have I done that thou ſhoud'ſt ſeorn me thus?
What have I ſaid that thou ſnould'ſt me reject ?
Have I been diſobedient to thy Wards ?
Have I bewray'd thy arcane 2 *
Have I diſhonoured thy N Hes
With filthy Crimes, or with laſcivious Luſts *
Nay it is thou haſt diſhonour'd it,
Thy filthy Mind o'excome with filthy Luſts,
Yicldeth unto Affection's filthy Darts. 2
Unkind, thou wr opgh t} thy firſt and trueſt Fear, -
| Unkind, thou wrong 1238 and deareſt Friend ;
* nkind, thou ſon fcilful Brutus Laws,
Forgetting, Father, Uncle, and thy ſelf. 2
Eft. Believe me, Locrine;- but the Girl is wiſe,
An well would ſeem to — a Veſtal Nun,
How finely frames ſhe her Oration. 5
The. Tarte, we came not here to fight with Words,
Words that can never win the Victory,
But for you are ſo merry in your Frumps, |
Unſheath your Swords, and try it out by force,
That we may ſeg who hath the better hand.
Lic. Think'ſ thou to dare me, bold Thrafrmachu ?
Think'ſt thou to fear me with thy taunting braves,
Or do we ſeem too weak to cope with the? _
Soon ſhall I ſhew thee my fine cutting Blade,
And with my Sword, the Meſſenger of Neath,
Seal thee an Acquittance for thy bold attempts. [Exe.
Sound the Alarum. Enter Locrine, Aſſarachus, and a Sol-
dier at one Door 5 Guendeline, Thraſimachus at ano-
tber Loerine and his Follozuers driven back.
Then Loerine and Eſtrild enter again in amaze.
Loc. O fair Eſtrilda we have loft the Field,
Thraſimachus hath won the Victor,, .
And we are left to be a Laughing ſtock,
Scoſt at by thoſe that are our Enemies. |
Ten thouſand Soldiers arm'd with Sword and Shield.
Prevail againſt an hundred thouſand Men. 55
Thraſimachus inceſt with fuming Ire,
Rageth amongſt the faint-heart Soldiers,
Like to grim Mars, when cover'd with his Targe,
He fought with Diomedes in the Fiel.
Cloſe by the Banks of filver S:7mois. [Sound the Alarum.
O lovely Efrild now the Chaſe begins, 3
Nc'er ſhall we ſee the ſtatel) Trgncvant
Mounted with Coarſers garniſht all with Pearls,
Ne'er ſhall we view the fair Concordia, ©
Unleſs as Captives we be thither brought,
Shall Lacrine then be taken Prifoner,
By ſuch a youngling as Thrafimechs ?
Shall Guendeſine captivate. my Love;
Ne er ſhall mine Eyes behold that diſmal Hour,
Ne'er will J view that ruthful SpeAncle,
For with my Sword, or this Harp Curtle-Axe,
II cut in ſunder my accurſed Heart.
But O. you Judges of the ninefold SY,
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Within the bottomleſs 4&y/us Pits,
You Gods, Commanders of the Heavn'ly Spheres,
Whoſe Will and Laws irrevocable ſtand,
Forgive, forgive, this foul accurſed Sin; .
Forget, O Gods, this fou! condemned fault:
And nowmySword,thatin ſo many Fights[ K. Ges his Scuord |
Haſt ſav'd the Life of Brutus and his Son,
End now his Life that wiſheth Kill for Death,
Work now his Death that wiſheth ſtill for Death,
Work now his Death that hateth fill his Life.
Farewel, fair Efri/d, Beauty's Paragon,
Fram'd in the Front of forlorn Miſeries,
Ne'er ſhall mine Eyes behold thy Sun-ſhine Eyes.
But when we meet in the EHyan Fields,
T hither I go before with haſten'd pace.
Farewel, vain World, and thy inticing Snares,
Farewel, foul Sin, and thy inticing Pleaſures,
And welcome Death, the end of mortal Smart,
Welcome to Locrize's over-burthen'd Heart. 2
- » [Thrufts himſelf thro with his Sword.
E,. Break Heart with Sobs and grieveus Suſpirs,
Stream forth your Tears from forth my Watry Eyes,
Help me to mourn for warlike Locrine's Death,
Pour down your 'Tears you warlike Regions,
For mighty Locrine is bereft of Life. E
O fickle Fortune, O unſtable World,
What elſe are all things, that this Globe contains,
But a confuſed Chaos of miſhaps ? 1
Wherein as in a Glaſs we plainly ſee,
That all our Life is but a Tragedy,
Since mighty Kings are ſubje& to miſnap.
Ay, mighty Kings are ſubjeQ to miſhap,
Since martial Locrine is bereft of Life.
Shall Efrild live then after Locrine's Death?
Shall love of Life bar her from Locrine's Sword ?
O no, this Sword. that hath bereft his Life,
Shall now deprive me of my fleeting Soul :
Strengthen theſe Hands, O mighty Jupiter,
That 1 may end my woful Miſery, 1
Locrine I come, Locrine I follow thee. [Kills her/elf.
Sound the Alarum. Enter Sabren, 7,
Sab. What doleful Sight, what rutbful * l
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Hath Fortune offer'd to my hapleſs Heart?
My Father ſlain with ſuch a fatal Sword,
My Mother murther'd by a mortal Wound?
What Thracian Dog, what barbarous Mirmidon,
Would not relent at ſuch a ruthful Cave? ag
What fierce Achilles, what hard ſtony Flint,
Would not bemoan this mournful Tragedy ?
Locrine, the Map of Magnanimity, |
Lies flaughter'd in this foul accurſed Caue ;
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Nature's ſole Wonder, in whoſe beauteous Breaſts
All Heav'nly Grace and Virtue was inſhrin'd,
Both maſſacred are dead within this Cave,
And with them dies fair Pallas and ſweet Love,
Here lies a Sword, and Sabren hath a Heart,
This bleſſed Sword ſhall cut my curſed Heart,
And bring my Soul unto my Parents Ghoſts,
That they that live and view our Tragedy,
May mourn our caſe with mournful Plaudities.
[Offers to kill herſelf.
Ay me, my Virgins Hands are too too weak,
To penetrate the bulwark of my Breaſt ;
My Fingers, us'd to tune the amorous Lute,
Are not of Force to hold this ſteely Glaive,
So J am left to wail my Parents Death,
Not able for to work my proper Death,
Ah Locrine, honour'd for thy Nobleneſs,
Ah Eftrild, famous for thy Conſtancy,
Ill may they fare that wrought your mortal Ends.
EnterGuendeline, Thrafimachus, Madan, and the Soldiers.
Guen. Search, Soldiers, ſearch, ſind Locrine and his Love,
Find the proud Strumpet. Humber's Concubine, |
That I may change thoſe her ſo pleaſing Looks
To pale and ignominions Aſpet. *
Find me the Iſſue of their curſed Love,
Find me young Sabren, Lacrine's only Joy.
That I may glut my Mind with lukewarm Blood,
Swiftly diſtilling from the Baſtard's Breaſt.
My Father's Ghoſt ſtill haunts me for Revenge,
Crying ; Revenge my over-haſten'd Death.
My Brother's Exile, and mine own Divorce,
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Baniſh remorſe clean from my brazen Heart,
All Mercy from mine adamantine Breaſts.
Thr. Nor doth thy-Husband, lovely Gaendeline,
That wonted was to guide our ſtarleſs Steps, |
Enjoy this Light; ſee where he murder'd lies,
By luckleſs Lot and froward frowning Fate:
And by him lies his lovely Paramour
Fair Eftrild, goared with a diſmal Sword,
As as it ſeems, both murder'd by themſelves,
Claſping each other in their feebled Arms,
With loving Zeal, as if for Company
Their uncentented Corps were yet content
To pals foul Shyæ in Charon's Ferry-boat.
Guen. And hath proud £#r:14 then prevented me,
Hath ſhe eſcaped Guendelina's Wrath,
By violently. cutting off her Life? 50
Would God. the had the monſtrons Hydre's Ives.
That every Hour ſhe might have died a Death,
Worſe than the ſwing of old Ixions Wheel,
And every Hour revive to die again,
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Doth feed the Subſtance of his own miſhap,
And every Day for want of Food doth die,
And every Night doth live again to die.
But ftay, methinks, I hear ſome fainting Voice,”
Mournfully weeping for their luckleſs Death.
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Ceaſe off your hafty chaſe of Savage Beaſts, [reign,
Prepare to ſee a Heart oppreſt with Care,
Addreſs your Ears to hear a mournful Stile,
No human Strength, no Work can work my Weal.
Care in my Heart fo Tyrant - Ike doth deal.
You Driades, and light-foot Satyri,
You graeious Fairies, Which at 8 tide
Your Cloſets leave with Heav'nly Beauty ſtor'd,
And on your Shoulders ſpread your golden Locks,
You Savage Bears in Caves and darken'd Dens,
Come wail with me the martial Locrines Death,
Come mourn with me, for beauteous EHrild's Death,
Ah loving Parents, little do you know _
What Sorrow Sabren ſuſſers for your thra'l.
Cuen. But may this be, and is it poſſible,
Lives
The Tragedy of Locrine. 9
Lives Sabren yet to expiate my Wrath?
Fortune I thank thee for this Courteſie,
And let me never ſee one proſperous Hour.
If Sabren die not a reproachful Death. |
Sab. Hard-hearted Death, that when the wretched call,
Art fartheſt off, and ſeldom hear ſt at all, *
But in the midſt of Fortune's good Succeſs, -
Uncalled comes, and ſheers our Life in twain :
When will that Hour, that bleſſed Hour draw nigh,
When poor diſtreſſed Sabren may be gone.
Sweet Atropos- cut off my fatal Thread.
What art thou Death, ſhall not poor Sabren die?
[Guendeline ta4ing her by the Chin ſays,
Guen. Yes Damſel, yes, Sabres ſball ſurely die,
Tho' all the World ſhould ſeek to fave her Life,
And not a common Death ſhall Sabren die,
But after and grievous Puniſhments,-
Shortly inflited on thy Baſtard's Head,
Thou ſhalt be eaſt into the curſed Streams,
And feed the Fiſhes with thy tender Fleſh -
Sab. And think'ft thou then, thou cruel Homicide,
That theſe thy Deeds ſhall be unpuniſhed ? |
No Traitor, no, the Gods will venge theſe Wrongs,
The Fiends of Hell will mark theſe Injuries,
Never ſhall theſe blood-ſucking maſty Curs
Bring wretched Sabren to her lateſt home,
For I myſelf, in ſpite of thee and thine, -
Mean to abridge my former Deſtinies, |
And that which Locrine's Sword could not perform,
This preſent Stream ſhall preſent bring to paſs.
3 Ie un, herſelf.
Guen. One Miſchief follows on another's Neck.
Who would have thought fo 1 Maid as ſhe,
With ſuch a C e would have fought her Death?
And for becauſe this River was the "=
Where little Sabren refalutely died,
Sabren for ever ſhall this ſame be eall'd.
And as for Locrine, our deeaſed Spouſe,
Becauſe he was the Son of mighty Brute,
To whom we owe our Country, Lives and Goods,
He ſhall be buried in a ſtately Tomb,
Cloſe by his aged Father Brutus Bones,
With
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With ſuch great Pomp and great Solemnity, .
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Let Efirild be without the ſhallow Vaults, *
Without the Honour due unto the dead,
Becauſe ſhe was the Author of this War.
Retire brave Followers unto Troynowant, +
Where we will celebrate theſe Exequies,
And place young Locrine in his Father's Tomb. 2 Xe.
Ate. Lo here the end of lawleſs Treachery,
Of Uſurpation and ambitious Pride.
And 3 that ſor their private Amours dare
Turmoil our Land, and ſet their Broils abroach,
Let them be warned by theſe Premiſſes,
And as a Woman was the only cauſe
That civil Diſcord was then ſtirred up,
So let us pray for that renowned Maid,
That eight and thirty Years the Scepter ſway d
In quiet Peace and ſweet Felicity,
And every Wight-that ſeeks her Grace's Smart, ©
Weald that thidSword were + rae his Heart, [ Exit.
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AF the Plays printed by Tonſon and his Ac-
LE complices, are frum erroneous Editions, - and
are meſtly printed on - very bad Letter, and in
a very incorrect and imperfect manner, with a great
many Omiſſions, . by Careleſsneſs or Igno-
rance, and in all Probability by. both, ſo that the
Plays thus printed, or more properly pirated by the ſaid
« Tonſon, in conjunction with his Accomplices, are ren-
Aer'd unintelligible, and of no Service, it may not be
Jjudg'd improper to lay before the Publick
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A Specimen of ſome of Tonſon's Omiſſians and
Blunder$$1n Ta Tragedy of King Lear, which
render the ſame uſeleſs and unintelligable.
IN the firſt Place he is wrong in his Title;
he Calls it the Life and Death of King Lear,
the original Title by Shakeſpear, was only King
Lear, à Tragedy, and when alter'd and reviv'd by
N. Tate Ejq; The Hiſtory of King Lear and his three
Daughters ; how can it be call'd The Life and
Death of King Lear, when in the Play as it has
been acted for near 50 Years laſt paſt (tho* Ton-
ſon's ſpurious: Edition kills him on the Stage) King
Lear at the Concluſion of the Play remains
alive, and gives his Daughter Cordelia in Marriage
to Edgar, Son to Gliceſter, © |
In the 2d Place, he has omitted the Prologue
to the ſame Tragedy as well as the Epilogue,
which was ſpoken by the Celebrated Mrs. Barry.
The 3d Place, he has Printed it from an er-
roneous Edition; in which there is not one Scene
in the whole as acted at the Theatres, nei ther has
it the ſame beginning or ending.
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Dedication of Mr. Tate, to his eſteem'd Friend,
Thomas Beteler Eſgqz on the Revial of the Play.
Beſides what is already obſerved, there are innu-
' merable Omiſſions and Blunders in his other Plays,
infomeeh that there is ſcarce one Play that is
perfect; ſome want Frontiſpieces, fome the Titles,
end in ſeveral others, whole Scenes, half Pages,
"and Spreches, are entirtly omitted So that Ton-
fer's is nothing but Nonſenſe. 5 Is,
Note, The Plays of that excellent Pot John
Dryden, Ei; as well as His Virgil and other
Works, being ſo much admired by the Toten, in or-
der to ſhew my Readineſs to oblige my Subſcribers,
did on Wedneſday laſt publijh 1 85
De SPANISH FRYAR.
(With a curious Frontiſpiece.) Price Four-pente,
To be had. at the Sign of Shakeſpear's Head in
Turn-again-lane Snow-hill ; alſo at the Sign of
Shateſpear's Head, in Change Alley ; and in a few
Days at the Sign of Shakeſpear's Head between the
Savoy and Somerſet-houſe in the Strand, at which
Places may likewiſe be had any of the Plays above
mentioned, Single or in Sets. | |
But being obliged to defer the Publication of the
Second Play of the ſaid Mr. Dryden's Works on
#cconnt of the Holidays till the fecond T hurſday in
. that Time one Play of the ſaid Au.
Worts ſhall be conſtantly publiſhed every T huri-
day, till the I hole are compleated. | |
N. B. Notwithflandong- the Publication of this Au-
thor's Works, the Plays of Shakefpear will be publiſhed
as uſual ; and whereas I propoſed to publiſh ene weetly,
1 ſpall for the future publiſh two in a Week as often
as Opportunity witl permit, at the Price of Four-pence
each Play; in which Method I defign to continue, till
J have finiſh'd the whele Body of Englyh Poets.
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Earl of Salisbury.
Earl of Weſtmorland.
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For u Muſe of Fire, that would aſcend
The brighteſt Heav n of Invention,
4 Kingdom for a Stage, Princes to act,
And Monarchs to behold the ſwelling Scene.
Then ſbould the warlike Harry, like himſelf,
Aſſume the Port of Mars, and at his Heels, |
_ Leaſht in, like Heunds, ſhowd Famine, Sword, and Fire,
Cneuch for Employments, But pardon. Gentiles all, |
The flat unrais' d Spirit, that hath dar d,
On this unworthy Scaffold, to bring forth
So great an Object. Can this Cock-Pit hold Es :
The waſty Field of France? Or may we cram
Within this wooden O, the very Casks,
That did affright the Air at Agincourt 5
O Pardon; ſince a crooked Figure may
Atteſt in little Place à Million,
Ard let us, -Cyphers to this great Accompr, |
On your Forces imaginary work, © 57 ;
Suppeſe within the Girdle of theſe Walls
Are now confin'd two mighty Monarchies,
Winſe high, up-reared and abutting Fronts,
The perillous narrow Ocean parts aſunder.
Piece out our Iinper ſections with your Thoughts :
Into a thouſand Parts divide one Man,
And make imaginary Puiſſance.
Tini, when we talk of Horſes, that you ſee them
Printing their proud Hoof i th receiving Earth:
Tor "tis your Thoughts that new muſt deck our Kings, I
Garry them here and there; jumping oer Times, 1
Turning th* Accompliſhment of many Years
Into an Hour-Glaſs ; for the which Supply,
Aut me Chorus to this Hiſtory 3 |
Win Protogue-like, your humble Patience pray,
Gently to ſhear, kindly to judge our Play.
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Enter the Archbiſhop of Canterbury, and
Biſhop of Ely.
Archbiſhop of CANT ERBURY:
L * tell you, that ſelf Bill is
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Which in th' eleventh Year o' th' laſt
75 King's Reign
. Was like, and had indeed againſt us
IS SY — paſt. |
But that the ſcambling and unquiet time
Did puſh it out of farther Queſtion.
Ely. But how, my Lord, ſhall we reſiſt it now?
Cant. It muſt be thought on: If it paſs againſt us,
We lofe the better part of our Poſſeſſion:
For all the Temporal L-nds, which Men devout
By Teſtament have given to the Church,
Would they ſtrip from us; being valu'd thus,
As much as would i to the King's Honour,
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Full fifteen Earls, and fifteen hundred Knights, M
Six thouſand and two hundred good Eſquires : W
| And to relief of Lazars, and weak Age | Sl
| Of indigent faint Souls, paſt corporal Toil, 2
A hundred Alms-houſes, right well ſupply'd ; 5
And to the Coffers of the King, beſide, 75
| A thouſand pound by th' Year. Thus runs the Bill; Fr
| Ely This would drink deep. :
| Cant, Twould drink the Cup and all. 1 A;
| Ely. But what Prevention ? «
Cant. The King is full of Grace, and fair Regard. 3
| Ely. And a true Lover of the holy Church. U;
| Cant. The Courſes of his Youth promis'd it not: 8
8 The Breath no ſooner left his Father's Body,
| But that his Wildneſs mortify'd in him.
Seem'd to die ton ; yea, at that very moment, A
| 4 Conſide ration, like an Angel, came, ;
Z And whipt th' offending Adam out of him, 1
| | Leaving his Body as a Paradiſe, - H.
| T'invelope and contain celeſtial Spirits, U.
1 Never was ſnch a ſudden Scholar made: 1 a
| Never came Reformation in a Flood | ”
With ſuch a heady Current, ſcowring Faults: 0
For never Hyara-headed Wilfulneſss T.
So ſoon did loſe his Seat, and all at once, F.
As in this King. N To
Ely. We are bleſſed in the Change. | | 2
Cant. Hear him but reaſon in Divinity, | 1
And all-admiring, with an inward Wiſh, A
You would defire the King were madea Prelate, T.
Hear him debate of Common-wealth Affairs: D;
You would fay, it hath been all in all his Study: hos;
Liſt his Diſcourſe of War, and you ſhall hear TL
A famous Battle render'd you in Mufick. Ss.
Turn him to any Cauſe of Policy, | A
The Gordian Knot of it he will unlooſe, T)
Familiar as his Garter ; then when he ſpeaks, 0
The Air, a charter'd Libertine, is ſtill, A
And the mute Wonder lurketh in Men's Ears, D.
To ſteal his ſweet and honied Sentences:
Ss that the Art and practick Part of Life SIR
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Muſt be the Miſtreſs to the Theorique. 3
Which is a Wonder how his Grace ſhould glean it,
Since his Addiction was to Courſes vain,
His Companions unletter'd, rude, and ſhallow,
His Hours fill'd up with Riots, Banquets, Sports à
And never noted in him any Study,
Any Retirement, any Sequeſtration
From open Haunts and Popularity. |
Ely. The Strawberry grows underneath the Nettle,
And wholeſom Berries thrive and ripen beſt,
Neighbour'd by Fruit of baſer Quality :
And ſo the Prince obcured his-Conremplation
Under the Vail of Wildneſs, which, no doubt,
Grew like the Summer Graſs, faſteſt by Night,
Unſeen, yet creſcive in his Faculty.
Cant. It muſt be ſo: for Miracles are ceas' d:
And therefore we muſt needs admit the Means,
How things are per feet.
Ely. But, my good Lord:
How now for Mitigation of this Bill,
Urg'd by the Commons? Doth his Majeſty
Incline to it; or no? |
Cant. He ſeems indifterent's |
Or rather ſwaying more upon our Part,
Than cheriſhing th' Exhibiters againſt us:
For JIhave made an Offer to his Majeſty,
Upon our ſpiritual Convocation,
And in regard of Cauſes, now in hand,
Which T have open'd to his Grace at large,
As toaching France, to give a greater Sum
Than ever at one time the Clergy yet
Did to his Predeceſſors part withal, To:
Ely. How did this Offer ſeem receiv'd, my Lord?
Cant. With good Acceptance of his Majeſty :
Save that there was not time enough to hear,
As I perceiv'd his Grace would fain have done,
The ſeveral and unhidden Paſſages,
Of his true Titles to ſome certain Dukedoms,
And generally, to the Crown and Seat of France,
Deriv'd from Edward, his Great Grandfather.
Eh. What was tht Impediment that broke this off?
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Crav'd Audience; and the Hour T think is come,
To give him hearing, Is it four a-Clock? |
Ely. It is. | : 5
Cant. Then go we in to know his Embaſſy:
Which I could with a ready Gueſs declare,
Before the HFenchman ſpeaks. a Word of it.
Ely. TII wait upon you, and I long to hear it. [Ex.
Euter King Henry, Gloucefter, Bedford, Clarence,
Warwick, Weſtmorland, and Exeter.
K. Hen. Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury
Exe. Not here in preſence.
K. Hen. Send for him, good Uncle.
Meſt. Shall we call in the Ambaſſador my Leige ?.
K. Hen. Not yet, my Couſin ; we would be refoly'd,
Before-we hear him, of ſome things of weight,
That task our Thoughts, concerning us and Fance.
Enter the Archbiſhop of Canterbury, and Biſhop of Ely.
Cant. God and his Angels guard your ſacred Throne,
And make you long become it. |
K. Hen, Sure we thank you, OTE
My learned Lord, we pray you to proceed,
And juſtly and religiouſly unfold, op
Why the Law Salike that they have in France,
Or ſhould, or ſhould not bar vs in our Claim.
And God forbid, my dear and faithful Bord.
That you ſhould faſhion, wreſt or bow your Reading,
Or nicely charge your underſtanding Soul
With opening Titles miſcreate, whoſe Right
Suits not in native Colours with the Truth:
For God does know, how many now in Health.
Shall drop their Blood, in approbation
Of what your Reverence ſhall incite us to.
Therefore take-heed how you impawn our Perſon,
How you awake our ſleeping Sword of War:
We charge you, inthe Name of God, take heed.
For never two ſuch Kingdoms did contend,
Without much fall of Blood, whoſe guiltleſs Drops
Are every one, a Woe, a ſore Complaint. (Swords,
*Gainſt him, whoſe Wrong gives Edge unto the
That make ſuch waſte in brief Mortality. 2
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Under this Conjuration, ſpeak my Lord ;
For we will hear, note, and believe in Heart,
That what you ſpeak is in your Conſcience waſher,
As pure as Sin with Baptiſm.
Cant. Then hear me, gracious Soyereign, and you
| Pears,
That owe your ſelves,.. your Lives, and Services,
To this Imperial Throne. There is no Bar |
To make againſt your Highneſs' Claim to France,
But this which they produce from Pharamona,. -
In terram Salicam mulieres ne ſuccedant,
No Woman ſhall ſucceed in Salike Land :
Which Salike Land, the French unjuſtly gloze
To be the Realm of France, and Pharamona,
The Founder of this Law and female Bar.
Yet their own Authors faithfully affirm,
That the Land Salike is in Germany,
Between the Floods of Sala and of Ele:
Where Charles the Great having ſubdu'd the Saxons,
There left behind and ſettled certain French ;
Who holding in diſdain.the German Woman,
For ſome dHhoneſt Manners of their Life,
Eſtabliſht. then this Law ; to wit, No Female
Should be Inheritrix in Salike Land:
Which Salike, as I ſaid, betwixt Elxe and Sala,
Is at this Day in Germany call'd Meiſen.
Then doth it well appear in the Salike Lav
Was not diviſed for the Realm of France : -
Nor did the Trench poſſeſs the Salike Land,
Until four hundred one and twenty Years
After DefuRion. of King Pharamond,
Idly ſuppos'd the Founder of this Law,
Who died within the Year of our Redemption,
Four hundred twenty fix ; and Charles the Great:
Subdu'd the Saxons, and did ſeat rhe French
Beyond the River Sala, in the Year
Eight hund red five. Beſides, their Writers ſay,
King Pepin, which depoſed Chldericł,
Did, as Heir General, being deſcended.
Of Blichid, which was Daughter to King Clorharr,
Make Claim and Title to the Crown of Fraxce :
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Hugh Capet alſo, who uſurp'd the Crown
Of Charles the Duke of Lorrain, ſole Heir-ma'e
Of the true Line and Stock of Charles the Great;
To find his Title with ſome Shews of Truth,
Though in pure Truth it was corrupt and naught,
Convey'd himſe'f as th'Heir tothe Lady Lingare,
Daughter to Charlemain, who was the Son
To Lewis the Emperor, and Lewis the Son
Of Gharles the Great: Allo King Lewis the Tenth,
Who was ſole Heir to the Uſurper Caper,
Could not keep quiet in his Conſcience,
Wearing the Crown of France, till ſatisfyd,
That fair Queen Iſabel, his Grandmother,
Wes lineal of the Lady Ermemgere,
Daughter to Charles, the foreſaid Duke of Lorain:
By the which Marriage, the Line of Charles the Great
Was re-united to the Crown of France.
So, that as clear as in the Summer's Sun,
King Pepin's Title, and Hugh Capet's Claim,
King Lewis his Satisfaction, all appear
To hold in Right and Title of the Female:
So do the Kings of France upon this Day.
Howbeit, they would hold up this Salike Law,
Jo bar your Highneſs claiming from the Female,
And rather chuſe to hide them in a Net, F255
Than amply to imbarr their crooked Titles,
Uſurpt from you, and your Progenitors.
K. Hen. May I with Right and Conſcience make this
Claim?
Cane. The Sin upon my Head, dread Soyereign:
For in the Book of Numbers, it is writ, |
When the Man dies, let the Inheritance
Deſcend unto tns Daughter. Gracious Lord,
Stand for your own, unwind your bloody Flag,
Look back unto your mighty Anceſtors; _—-
Go,. my dread Lord, to your great Granfire's Tomb,
From whom you claim; invoke his warlike Spirit,
And your great Uncle, Eaward the black Prince,
Who on the'Frexch Ground play'da Tragedy,
Making Defeat on the full Power of France:
Whiles his moſt mighty Father on a Hill,
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stood ſmiling, to behold his Lion's Whelp
Forage in Blood of French Nobility.
O noble Engliſh, that could entertain,
With half their Forces, the full Pride of Fance,
And let another half ſtand laughing by,
And out of work, and cold for Action. |
Ely. Awake Remembrance of theſe valiant Dead,
And with your puiſiant Armrenew their Feits ;
_ You are their Heir, you fit upon their Throne:
The Blood and Courage that renowned them,
Runs in your Veins ; and my thrice puiſſant Liege
Ts in the very May-Morn of his Youth,
Ripe for Exploits and mighty Enterpriſes.
Exe. Your Brother Kings and Monarchs of the Earth
Do all expect, that you thould rouze your ſelf,
As did the former Lions of your Blood.
met They know your Grace hath Cauſe ,- and
Means and Might; LS
So hath your Highneſs, never King of England -
Had Nobles richer, and more loyal Subjects, |
W hoſe Hearts have left their Bodies here in England,
And lye pavillion'd in the Field of France, |
Cant. O let their Bodies follow, my dear Liege,
With Blood and Sword, and Fire, to win your Right:
In Aid whereof, ws of the Spirituality
Will raiſe your Highneſs ſuch a mighty Sum,
As never did the Clergy, at one time, -. |
Bring in to any of your Anceſtors.
K. Hen. We muſt not only arm t'invade the French,
But lay down our Proportions, to defend
Againſt the Scot, who will make road upon us,
With all Advantageso „
Cant. They of thoſe Marches, gracious Sovereign,
Shall be a Wall ſufficient to defend
Our Inland from the pilfering Borderers.
K. Hen. We. do not mea e couriing Snatehers
On En, : * 18
But fear the mean Intendment of the Scor,
Who hath been a gildy Neighbour to us:
For you ſhall read, that my great Grandfather -
Neyer went with his Forces into France.
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hut that the Scot, on his unfurniſht Kin ow:
Came pouring like a Tide into a Breac
With ample and brim Fullneſs of his Force,
Galling the gleaned Land with hot Aſſays,
Girding with grievous Siege, Caſtles and Towns;
That England being empty of Defence,
Hath ſhook and tremb led at th ill Neighbourhood,
Cant. She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd;
| my Liege, | |
For hear her but exampled by her ſelf,
When all her Chivalry hath been in France,
And ihe a mourning Widow of her Nobles,
She hath her ſelf not only well defended,
But taken and impounded as a Stray,
The King of Scots; whom ſhe did ſend to Fance,
Jo fill King Edward's Fame with Priſoner Kings,
And make his Chronicle as rich with Praiſe,
As is the ouzy Bottom of the Sea
With ſunken Wrack, and ſome leſs Treaſuries. 5
Ely. But there's a Saying very old and true,
Tf that yon will France wiz, then with Scotland fir/# begin.
For once the Eagle, England, being in Prey,
To her unguarded Neſt, the Weazel, Scor,
Comes ſneaking, and fo fuks her princely Eggs,
Playing the Mouſe; in abſence of the Car,
To tear and havock more than the can eat.
Exe. It follows then, the Cat muſt ſtay at home:
Vet that it is but a cruſh'd Neceſlity ;
Since we have Locks to ſafegard Neceſſaries,
And pretty Traps to catch the petty Thieves.
While that the armed Hand doth fight abroad,
TH adviſed Head defends it ſelf at home:
For, Government, though high, and low, and. lower,
Put into Parts, doth keep in one Conſent,
Congreeing in a-tull and natural Cloſe,
Like Muſick. | |
Cant. Therefore doth Heav'n divide
The State of Man in divers Functions,
Setting Endeavour in continual Motion:
To which is fixed, as an Aim or Butt,
Obedience; for ſo work the Honey Bees,
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King HENRY V. 13
Creatures that, by a Rule in Nature, teach
The Act of Order to a Peopled Kingdom.
They have a King, and Officers of ſorts,
Where ſome, like Magiſtrates, correct at home:
others, like Merchants, venture Trade abroad:
Others, like Soldiers, arm'd. in their Stings,
Make Boot upon the Summer's Velvet Buds:
Which Pillage, they with merry March bring home
To the Tent-Royal of their Emperor: |
Who buſied in his Majeſty, ſurveys
The finging Maſon building Roofs of Gold;
The civil Citizens kneading up the Honey?
The poor mechanick Porters, crowding in
Their heavy Burthens at his narrow Gate:
The ſad-ey'd Juſtice, with his ſurly Hum,
Delivering o'er. to Executors pale,
The lazy yawning Drone. I this infer,
That many things having full Reverence
To one Conſent, may work contrarioully :
As many Arrows looſed ſeveral Ways,
Come to one Mark: as many Ways meet in one
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As many freſh Streams meet in one ſalt Sea;
As many Lines cloſe in the. Dial's Center;
So may a thouſaud Actions once a-foot,
And in one Purpoſe, and be all well born
Without Defeat. Therefore to France, my Liege,
Divide your happy England into four,
Whereof, take you one Quarter into France,
And you withal ſhall make all Gallia ſhake,
If we with-thrice ſuch Powers left at home,
Cannot defend our own Doors from the Dog,
Let us be worried, and our Nation loſe
The Name of Hardineſs and Policy.
K. Hen. Call in the Meſſengers feat from the Daza
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And yours, the noble Sinews of our Power ;
Trance being ours, we'll bend it to our Awe,
Or break it all to pieces. Or there we'll ſit,
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Or lay theſe. Bones in an unworthy Urn.
Tombleſs, with no Remembrance over them;
Either our Hiſtory ſhall with full Mouth
Speak freely of our Ads, or elſe our Grave,
Like Turkiſh Mute, ſhall have a tongueleſs Mouth,
Not worſhipt with a waxenRpiewph, 92
Enter Ambaſſador of France.
Now are we well prepar'd to know the Pleaſure
Of our fair Couſin Dauphin; for we hear,
Your Greeting is from him, not from the King.
Amb. May't pleaſe your Majeſty to give us leave
Freely to render what we have in Charge :
Or ſhall we ſparingly ſhew you far off
The Doyphin's Meaning, and our Embaſſy, =»
K. Hen, We are no Tyrant, but a Chriſtian King,
Unto whoſe Grace our Paſſion is as ſubject, =
As our Wretches fetter'd in our Priſons :
Therefore with frank and uncurbed Plainneſs,
Tell us the Dauphin's Mind. |
Amb. Thus then in few. | |
Your Highneſs, lately ſending into France,
Did claim ſome certain Dukedoms, in the Right
Of your great Predeceſſor, King Edward the Third.
Says, that you ſavour too much of your Youth,
And bids you be advis'd : There's nought in France,
That can be with a nimble Calliad won;
You cannot revel into Dukedoms there:
He therefore ſends you, Meeter for your Spirit,
This Tun of Treaſure ; and in lieu of this,
Deſires you let the Dukedoms that you claim
Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin ſpeaks:
K. Hen. What Treaſure, Uncle?
Exe. Tinnis-balls, my Leige.
with us.
His Preſent, and your Pains we thank you for,
We ill in France, by God's Grace, play a Set
Shallftrike bis Father's Crown into the Hazard.
Tell
Ober France, and all her, almoſt, Kingly Dukedoms,
Ta Anſwer of which Claim, the Prince our Maſter,
K. Hen. We are glad the Dauphin is ſo pleaſant
When we have match'd our Rackets to theſe Balls,
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Tell py hath made a Match u ith ſuch aWrang-
. er, | |
That all the Courts of Fance will be diſturb'd
With Chaces. And we underſtand him well
How he comes o'er us with our wilder Days,
Not meaſuring what uſe we made of them.
We never valu'd this poor Seat of England,
And therefore living hence, did give our ſelf -
To barbarous Licence; as tis ever common,
That Men are merrieſt when they are from home:
But tell the Dauphin, I will keep my State,
Be like a King, and ſhew my Sail of Greatneſs,
When I do:-rouſe me in my Throne of France. _
For that I have laid by my Majeſty,
And ploddeſt like a Man for working Days;
But I will riſe there with ſo full a Glory,
That I wilt dazzle all the Eyes of France,
Yea ſtrike the Dauphin blind to look on us.
And tell the preſent Prince, this Mock of his
Hath: turn'd his Balls to Gun-ftones, and his Soul
Shall ſtand ſore charged, for the waſteful Vengeance
That 8 fly with them: For many a thouſand Wi.
ows,
Shall this his Mock, monk out of their dear Husbands;
Mock Mothers from their Sons, mock Caſtles down:
And ſome are yet ungotten and unborn, |
That ſhall have Cauſe to curſe the Dauphin's Scorn.
But this lies all a ithin the Will of God,
To whom I do appeal, and in whoſe Name,
Tell you the 2 Jam coming on,
To venge me as I may, and to put forth
My rightful Hand, in a well hallow'd Cauſe.
So get you hence in Peace, and tell the Dauphin,
His Jeſt will ſavour but of ſhallow Wir,
When thouſands weep more than did laugh at it.
Convey them with ſafe Conduct. Fare ye well.
7 | [Exeunt Ambaſ.
Exe. This was a merry Meſlage. *
K. Hen, We hope to make the Sender bluſh at it:
Therefore, my Lords, omit no happy Hour, |
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For we have now no Thought in us but Faure,
Saye thoſe to God, that run before our Buſineſs.
Therefore let our Proportions for theſe Wars
Be ſoon collected, and all 3 thought upon,
That may with reaſonable Swiftneſs add
More Feathers to our Wings: For God before,
We'll chide this Dauphin at his Father's Door
Therefore let every Man now task his Thought,
That this fair Action may on foot be brought. [Ex.
| Flouriſh, Enter Chorus
Now all the Youth of England are on Fire,
And fiiken Dalliance in the Wardrobe lies : -
Now thrive the Armourers, and Honour's Thought
Reigns ſolely in the Breaſt of every Man.
They ſell the Paſture now, to buy-the Horſe,
Following the Mirror of all Chriſtian Kings,
With winged Heels, as Engliſh Mercuries.
For now fits ExpeQation in the Air,
And hides a Sword, from Hilts unto the Point,
With Crowns Imperial, Crowns and Coronets,
P romis'd to Harry and his Followers. (>
The French advis'd, by good Intelligence,
Of this moſt dreadful Preparation,
Shake in their Fear, and with pale Policy
Seek to divert the Engliſb Purpoſes. 2
O England ! Model to thy inward Greatneſs,
Like little Body with a mighty Heart;
What would'ſt thou do, that Honour would thee do,
Were all thy Children kind and natural:
But ſee, thy Fault Fance ha th in thee found out,
A Neſt of hollow Boſoms, which he fills
With treacherous Crowns, and three corrupted Men:
One Richard Earl of Cambridge; and the ſecond, _
Henry Lord Scroop of Maſbam: and the third,
Sir Thomas Gray Knight of Northumberland,
Have for the Gilt of France, (O Guilt indeed!)
Confirm'd Conſpiracy with fearful France.
And by their Hands this Grace of Kings muſt die,
If Hell and Treaſon hold their Promiſes, 2 8
Fer he take Ship for Fance; and in Sonthampton,
Linger your Patience on, and we'll digeſt
Th'abuſe
King HERR V. 17
Th'abuſe of Diſtance; force a Play :
The ſum is pay'd, the Traytors are agreed,
The King is ſent from London, and the Scene
Is now tranſported, Gentles, to Southampton,
There is the Play-houſe now, there muſt you fit,
And thence to France ſhall we convey you ſafe,
And bring you back: Charming the narrow Seas,
To give you gentle Paſs; for if we may,
We'll not offend one Stomach with our Play.
But 'till the King come forth, and not till then,
Unto Southampton do we ſhift our Scene. [Ex.
Enter Corporal Nim, and Lieutenant Bardolph.
Bard. Well met, Corporal Nim. |
Nim. Good-morrow, Lieutenant Bardolpb,
Bard. What, are ancient Piſtol and you Friends yet?
Nim. For my part, I care not: I ſay little; but when
time ſhall ſerve, there ſhall be Smiles, but that ſhall
de as it may. I dare not fight, but Iwill wink, and
hold out mine Tron; it is a ſimple one, but what
though? It will toſt Cheeſe, and it will endure cold,
as another Man's Sword will; and there's an end.
Bard. T will beſtow a Breakfaſt to make you Friends,
and we'll be all three ſworn Brothers to France : let it
be ſo, good Corporal Nm.
Mm. Faith, Iwill live ſo long as I may,that's the cer-
rain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I will
do as I may: That is my Reſt, chat is the Rendez-
vous of it. | |
Bard. It is certain, Corporal, that he is married to
Nel Quickly, and certainly ſhe did you wrong, for you
were troth-plight to her. |
Nim. I cannot tell, things muſt be as they may:
Men may fleep, and they may have their Throats a-
bout them at that time, and ſome ſay, Knives have
Edges: It muſt be as it may, tho' Patience be a tir'd
Name, yet ſhe will plod, there muſt be Concluſions ;
well, I cannot tell.
Enter Piſtol, and Quickly, |
Bard. Here comes ancient Piſtol and his Wife: good
Corporal, be patient here. How now, mine Hoſt
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Pift. Baſe Tyke, call'ſt thou me Hoſt? now by this
Hand, I ſwear I ſcorn the Term, nor ſhall my Nel
keep Lodgers. | =:
Quick. No, by my troth, not long: For we cannot
lodge and board a dozen or fourteen Gentlewomen
that live honeſtly by the Prick of their Needles, but
it will be thought we keep a Bawdy-houſe ſtraight.
O welliday Lady, if he be not hewn now, we ſhall
ſee wilful Adultery and Murther committed.
Bard. Good Lieutenant, good Corporal, offer no-
thing here. |
Nim. Piſh. |
Piſt Piſh for thee, and Dog; thou prick-ear'd
Cur of 1/and. | |
Quick. Good Corporal uin, ſhew thy Valour. and
put up thy Sword.
Nm. Will you thug off? I would have you ſolus.
Pit. Solus, egregious Dog! O Viper vile; the ſola;
in thy moſt marvellous Face, the ſolus in thy Teeth,
and in thy Throat, and in thy hateful Lungs, yea in
they Maw perdy ; and which is worſe, within thy
naſty Mouth. I do retort the ſolus in thy Bowels ?
for I can take, and Piſtol's Cock is up, and flathing
Fire will follow. |
Nm. Jam not Barbaſon, you cannot conjure me: I
ha ve an Humour to knock you indifferently well: if
you grow foul with me, Piſtol, I will ſcour you with
my Rapier, as I may in fair Terms. If you would
walk off, would prick' your Guts a little in good
Terms, as I may, and that's the Humour of it.
Pi. O Braggard vile, and damn'd farious Wight,
The Grave doth gape, and doating Death is near,
Therefore exhale.
Bard. Hear me, hear me what I fay : He that ſtrikes
the firſt Stroke, I'll run him up to the Hilts, as I'm
a Soldier.
Pift. An Oath of mickle wy and Fury ſhall a.
bate. Give me thy Fiſt, thy Fore-Foot to me give:
Thy Spirits are more tall. .
Nm. I will cut thy Throat one time or other in
fair terms, that is the Humour of it.
Piſt.
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King HE NR V. 19
Piſt. Coupe a gorge, that is the Word. I defy thee a-
gain. O Hound of Creet, think ſt thou my Spouſe to
get? No, to the Spittle go, and from the powdring-
tub of Infamy, fetch forth the Lazar Kite of Creſids
kind, Dol Tearſheet, ſhe by Name, and her Eſpouſe. 1
have, and I will hold the quondam Quickly for the only
ſhe ; and Pauca, ther'es enough to go to. |
| | Enter the Boy.
Boy. Mine Hoſt Piſtol, you muſt come to my Maſter,
and your Hoſteſs: He is very ſick, and would to Bed.
Good Bardolph, put thy Face between his Sheets, and
do the Office of a Warming=-pan : Faith, he's very ill.
Bard, Away, you Rogue. 3
Suick. By my troth, he'IIL yield the Crow a Pudding
one of theſe Days; the King has kill'd his Heart.
Good Husband come home preſently. Ex. Quichs
Bard. Come, ſhall I make you two Friends? We
muſt to France together; why the Devil ſhould we
keep Knives to cut one another's Throats ?
Piſt. Let Floods. o'erſwell, and Fiends for Food
bowl on. |
Nim. You'll pay. me the eight Shilling, I won of
you at Betting ?
Pit. Baſe is the Slave that pays. |
Nm. That now I will have; that the Humour of it.
Pift. As Manhood ſhall compound; puih. 3
Draw.
Bard. By this Sword, he that makes the firſt Thruſt,
FI] kill him; by this Sword I will.
Pit. Sword is an Oath, and Oaths muſt have their
Courſe. |
Bard. Corporal Nm, and thou wilt be Friends, be
Friends ; and thou wilt not, why then be Enemies
with me too; prithee put p. |
Peiſt. A Noble ſhalt thou have, and preſent Pay,
and Liquor likwiſe will I-give to thee,and Friendſhip
ſhall combine, and Brotherhood. I'II live by Nim,
and Nim ſhall live by me, is not thus juſt? For 1
ſpa ll Suttler be unto the Camp and Profits will ae-
crue. Give me thy Hand.
Nim, I ſhall have my Noble? |
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Nim, Wellthen, that's the Humour of.
| | Enter Hoſteſs. 8
_ Hoff. As ever you came of Women, come in quickly
to Sir 7%: A poor Heart, he is ſo ſhak'd of a burn.
Ing quotidian Tettian, that it is moſt lamentable to
behold. Sweet Men, come to him.
' Nim. The King hath run bad Humours on the
Knight, that's the even of it.
Piſt. Nim. The King is a good King, but it muſt
be as it may: he dal ſome Humours and Carreers.
Piſt. Let us not condole the Knight, for Lambkins,
we will live. „„ IExeunt.
Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Weſtmorland.
Bed. Fore God, his Grace is bold to truſt theſe
'Traitors. |
Exe. They ſhall be apprehended by and by.
Weſt. How ſmooth and even they do bear themſelves,
As if Allegiance in their Boſoms ſate,
Crowned with Faith and conſtant Royalty.
Bed. The King hath Note of all e intend,
By Interception which they dream not of.
Exe. Nay, but the Man that was his-Bedfellow !_
Whom he hath lul'd and cloy'd with gracious Fa-
vours 55 | |
That he ſhould, for a foreign Purſe, ſo ſel!
His Soveraign's Life to Death and Treachery.
[Sound Trumpets.
Enter the King, Scroop, Cambridge, and Gray.
K.Hen. Now fits the Wind fair, and we will abroad.
My Lord of Cambridge, and my Lord of Marſbam,
And you my gentle Knight, give me your Thoughts:
Think you nor, that the Powers we bear with-us
Will cut their Paſſage through the Force of France ?
Doing the Execution, and the Act,
For which we have in head a ſſembled them.
Scroop. No doubt, my Liege; if each Man do his beſt.
R. Hen. I doubt not that, ſince we-are well perſua-
We carry not a Heart with us from hence, (ded,
That grows not in a fair Conſent with ours,
Nor leave not one behind, that doth: not with.
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Succeſs and Conqueſt to attend us.
Cam. Never was Monarch better fear'd and lov'd
Than is your Majeſty ; there's nor, I think, a Subject,
That fits in Heart-grief and Uneaſineſs, | 5
Under the ſweet Shade of your Government.
Gray. True ;thoſe that wereiyour Father's Enemies,
Have ſteept their Galls in Honey, and do obſerye you
With Hearts create of Duty, and of Zeal. 5
K. Hen. We therefore have great Caſe of Thankful -
And ſhall forget the Office of our Hand, (neſs;
Sooner than Quittance of Deſert and Merit,
According to the Weight and Worthyneſs.
Scroop. So Service ſhall with ſteeled Sine ws toil,
And Labour ſhall refreſh it ſelf with Hope,
To do your Grace inceſſant Services.
K. Hen, We judge no leſs. Uncle of Exeter,
Inlarge the Man committed yeſterday, |
That rail'd againſt our Perſon: We conſider,
It was Exceſs of Wine that ſet him on,
And on his more Advice, We pardon him.
Scroop. That's Mercy, but too much Security :
Let him be puniſh'd, Sovereign, leſt Example
Breed, by his Sufferance, more of ſuch a kind.
K. Hen. O let us yet be merciful, |
Cam. So may your Highneſs, yet puniſh too.
Gray. Sir, you ſhew great Mercy, if you give him
After the Taſte of much Correction. (Liſe,
K. Hen. Alas! your too much Love and Care of me,
Are heavy Oriſons gainſt this poor Wretch.
If little Faults, proceeding on Diſtemper,
Shall not be wink'd at, how ſhalt we ſtretch our Eye,
When capital Crimes, chew'd, ſwallow'd, and digeſted,
Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that Man,
Tho' Cambridge, Scroop, and Gray, in their dear Care
And tender Preſeryation of our Perſon,
Would have him puniſh'd. And now to our French
Who are the late Commiſſioners ? (Cauſes,
Cam. I one, my Lord,
Your Highneſs bad me ask for it to-day.
Scroop So did you me, my Liege.
Gray, And I, my Royal Sovereign.
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22 The LIFE off
R. Hen. Then Richard Earl of Cambridge, there is
ours :
There ? ar rs Lord Scroop of Maſbam; and Sir Knight,
Gray of Northumberland, the ſame is yours;
Read them and know, I know your Worthyneſs.
My Lord of Veſtmorland, and Uncle Exeter,
We will aboard to Night. Why, how now Gentlemen?
What ſee you in thoſe Papers, that you loſe
So much Complexion ? Look ye how they change!
Their Cheeks are Paper. Why, what read you there,
That hath ſo cowarded and chac'd your Blood
Out of Appearance? |
Camb. I do confeſs my Fault,
And do ſubmit me to your Highneſs Mercy.
Gray. Scroop. To which we all appeal.
K. Hen. The Mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own Counſel is ſuppreſt and kill'd : |
You muſt not dare, for ſhame to talk of Mercy,
For your own Reaſons turn into your Boſoms,
As Dogs upon their Maſters, worrying you.
See, you, my Princes and my noble Peers,
Theſe Engliſh Monſters! My Lord of Cambridge here,
You know how apt our Love was to accord
To furniſh him with all Appertinents
Belonging to his Honour; and this Man,
Hath for a few light Crowns, lightly conſpir'd
And ſworn. unto the Practices of France,
To kill us here in Hampton. To the which
This Knight, no leſs for Bounty bound to us h
Than Cambridge is, hath likewiſe ſworn. But O!
What ſhall I ſay to thee, Lord Scroep, thou cruel,
Angrateful, ſavage and inhuman Creature!
Thou that did'ſt bear the Key of all my Counſels,
That knew'ſt the very bottom of my Sool,
That, almoſt, might'ſt have coin'd me into Gold,
Would'ſt thou have practis'd on me, for thy uſe ?
May it be poſlible, that foreign Hire |
Could out of thee extra& one Spark of Evil,
That might annoy my Finger? Tis ſo ſtrange,
That though the Truth of it ſtand off as groſs,
As black and white, my Eye will ſcarcely lee it.
Treaſon
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King HENRY V. 23
Treaſon and Murder, ever keep together,
As too Yoak Devils ſworn to either's Purpoſe,
Working ſo groſly in a Natural Cauſe,
That Admiration did not hoop at them.
But thou againſt all Proportion, didſt bring in
Wonder to wait on Treaſon and on Murther ;
And whatſoever cunning Fiend it was,
That wrought upon thee ſo prepoſterouſly.
Hath got the Voice in Hell for Excellence:
And other Devils thar ſuggeſt By-Treaſons,
Do botch and bungle up Damnation, 2
With Patches, Colours, and with Forms, being fetcht
From gliſt' ring Semblances of Piet:
But he that temper'd thee, bad thee ſtand up,
Give thee no inſtance why thou ſhould'ſt do treaſon,
Unleſs to dub thee with the Name of Traitor.
If that fame Demon that hath gulPFd thee thus,
Should with his Lion-gate walk the whole World,
He might return to vaſty Tartar back,
And tell the Legions, I can never win
A Soul ſo eaſy as that Ezgliſhman's
Oh, how haſt thou with Jealouſy infected
The Sweetneſs of Affiance! Shew Men dutiful ?
Why ſo didſt thou. Seem they grave and learned?
Why ſo didſt thou. Come they of noble Family?
Why ſo didſt thou. Seem they religious ? |
Why ſo didſt thou. Or are they ſpare in Diet,
Free from groſs Paſſion, or of Mirth, or Anger,
Conſtant in Spirit, not ſwerving with the Blood,
Garniſ'd and deck'd in modeſt Complement,
Not working with the Eye, without the Ear,
And but in purged Judgment truſting neither?
Suchand ſo finely boulted didſt thou ſeem :
And thus thy Fall hath left a kind of Blot,
To make thee full fraught Men, the beſt endued
With ſome Suſpicion, I will weep for thee.
For this Revoſt of mine methinks is like
Another Fall of Man. Their Faults are open,
Arreſt them to the Anſwer of the Law,
And God acquit them of their Practices.
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| Exe. I arreſt thee of High Treaſon, by the Name
ll; of Richard Earl of Cambridge.
1 I arreſt thee of High Treaſon, by the Name of T
Wil Thomas Lord Scrogp of Maſham. as Ti
Wi I arreſt thee öf High Treafon, by the Name of Bi
ll. Thomas Gray, Knight of Northumberland, | E
ll Scroop. Our Purpoſes God juſtly hath diſcoyer'd, O
Wl | And Irepent my Fault more than my Death : Pt
1 Which I beſeech your Highneſs to forgiye, C
Although my Body pay the Price of it. N
Cam. For me the Gold of Trance did not ſeduce,
Although I did admit it as a Motive, N 1
The ſooner to effect what I intended; th
But, God be thank'd for Prevention, |
| Which I in ſufferance heartily will rejoice for, 4
Be ſeeching God and you to pardon me. th
Gray. Never did faithful Subject more rejoice, th
At the Diſcovery of moſt dangerous Treaſon,
Than 1 do at this Hour joy o'er my ſelf, th
Prevented from a damned Enterprize : |
My Fault but not my Body, pardon, Sovereign, 3
K. Hen. God quit you in his erz hear your Sen- 2
You have conſpir'd againſt our Royal Perſon, (tence;
Join'd with an Enemy proclaim'd, and from his Cot- th
Receiv'd the golden Earneft of our Death; (fers,
Wherein you would have ſold jour King to ſlaughter, _
| His Princes and his Peers to Servitude, | RE
1 His Subjects to Oppreſſion and Contempt, A;
1 And his whole Kingdom into Deſolation: 85
5 Touching our Perſon, ſeek we no Revenge, the
ii But we our Kingdom's Safety muſt ſo tender, yel
F Whoſe Ruin you three ſought, that to her Laws, H.
| We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence, as
Poor miſerable Wretches, to your Death; up
The Taſte whereof God of his Mercy give |
| | You patience to endure, and true Repentance ;
Wl. Of all your dear Offence'. Bear them hence. [Ex. :
i. Now, Lords, for France, the Enterprize whereof
Shall be to you as us, like glorious. n
We doubt not of a fair and lucky War, 81 car
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King HENRY V. 25
Since God ſo graciouſly hath brought to light
This dangei ous T reaſon lurking in our way,
To hinder our beginning. We doubt not now,
But every rub is{moothed in our way:
Then forth, dear Country- men; let us deliver
Our Puiſſance into the Hand of God,
Putting it ſtraight in Expedition.
Chearly to bea, the ſigns of War advance,
No King of England, it not King of Fance. [ Exeunt.
Enter Piſtol, Nim, Bardolph, Boy, and Hoſtels,
Hat. Prethee Honey, ſweet Husband, let me bring
thee to Staines. * OO
Piſtel. No, for my manly Heart dothe yern, Bardelph,
be blith : Nim, rouze thy vaunting Veins: Boy, briſtle
thy Courage up; for Falſtaff he is dead, and we mutt yern
therefore, | TN
Bard. Would I were with him where{ome'er he is, ei-
ther in Heav'n, or in Hell.
Hog, Nay, lure, he's not in Hell; he's in Arthur's Bo-
ſom, if ever Man when to A, thur's Bolom ; he made a
finer end, and went away and it had been any Chriſtom
Child; a parted even juſt between Twelve and One, ev'n
at the turning @'th' Tide; for after I ſaw him fumble with
the Sheets, and play with Flowers, and ſinile upon his
Fingers end, I knew there was but one way; for his Nole
as a Pen, and a Table of green Fields. How
was as ſhar
Jbn? quoth I. What Man? be a good Cheer;
now, Sir | |
to a cried cut, God, God, God, three or four times: Now I,
to comfort him, bid him a ſhould not think of God. I bop'd
there was no need trouble himlelf with any ſuch Thoughts
yet: ſo a bad me lay more Clothes on his Feet: I put my
Hand into the, Bed and felt them, and they were as cold
as a Stone: Then I felt to his Knees, and ſo upward and
upward, and all was as cold as any Stone.
Nim. They ſay he eried out ot Sack.
H. t.: Ay, that a did. |
Bard. And of Women.
Hit. Nay, that a did not. :
Boy. Yes, that a did, and ſald, they were Devils In-
carnate. | |
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20 The LIFE of
Heſt. A could never abide Carnation, *twas a Colour be
never lik' d. 0 | EIS L OT |
Bey. A ſaid once, the Deule would have him about
Women, „ |
Haſt. A did in ſome ſort, indeed, handle Women; but
then he was rheumatick and talk d of theWhore of Baby len.
Boy. Do you not remember a ſaw a Flea ſtick upon Bar-
dolph's Noſe, and faid it was a black Soul burning in Hell.
Bard. Well, the fuel is gone that maintain'd that Fire:
That's all the Riches I got in his Service.
Nim. Shall we ſhogg? the King will be gone from
Southampton.
Piſt. Come, let's away. My Love, give me thy Lips:
Look to my Chattels, and my Moveables ; let Senſes rule;
the word is, pitch and pay; truſt none for Oaths are
Straws, Mens Faiths are Wafer-Cakes, and hold faſt is
the only Dog; my Duck, therefore, Caveto be thy
Counſellor. Go, clear thy Chriſtals. Yoke-fellows in
Arms, let us to Fance, like Horle-leeches, my Boys, to
luck, to ſuck, the very Blood to ſuck. _
Bay. And that's but unwholſome Food, they ſay.
i. Touch her ſoft Mouth, and march.
Bard. Farewel, Hoſteſs.
Nim. I cannot kiſs, that is the humour of it; but adieu.
Piſt. Let Houſwifery appear; keep cloſe, I the command.
Hoſt. Farewel; adieu. | Exe unt.
Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the Duke Bur-
gundy, and the Cinſbable.
Fr. King. Thus come the Engliſh with full Power upon
And more than carefully it us concerns, us,
To anſwer Royally in our Defences,
Therefore the Dukes of Berry and of Britain,
Of Brabant, and Orleans ſhall make forth,
And you, Prince Dauphin, with all ſwift diſpatch ; -
To line and new repair our Towns of War
With Men of Courage, and with Means defendant :
For England his Approaches makes as fierce
As Waters to the ſucking of a Gulf.
It fits us then to be as provident |
As Fear may teach us, out of late Examples,
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King HENRY V. 27
Left by the fatal and neglected Engliſb,
Upon our Fields. "9: 8
Dau. My moſt redoubted Father,
It is moſt meet we arm us gainſt the Foe:
For Peace it ſelf ſhould not fo dull a Kingdom,
(Tho? War, nor no known Quarrel were in queſt. 0 1,
But that Defences, Muſters, Preparations,
Should be maintain'd, afſemhled and collected,
As were a War in Expectation. |
Therefore, I ſay, tis meet we all go forth,
To view the ſizk and feeble parts of France:
And let us do it with no ſhew ot Fear;
No, with no more than if we heard that England
Were buſied with a Whrtſon Morris-dance :
For, my good Liege, ſhe is ſo idly King d,
Her Scepter ſo fantaſtically born, |
By a vain, giddy, ſhallow, humorous Youth,
That Fear attends her not.
Con. O Peace, Prinze Dauphin; |
You aretoo much miſtaken in this King:
Queſtion your Grace the late Ambaſſadors,
With what great State he heard their Kmballic,
How well ſapply'd with Noble Counſelors,
How modeſt in exception, and, withal,
How terrible in conſtant Reſolution :
And you ſhall find his Vanities fore- ſpent
Were but the out- ſide of the Roman Brutus,
Covering Diſcretion with a Coat of Folly;
As Gardeners do with Ordure hide thole Roots
That ſhall firſt ſpring, and be molt delicate.
Dau. Well, tis not lo, my Lord High- Con tab e.
But tho' we think it ſo, it is no matter:
In cauſes of Defence, tis beſt to weigh
The Enemy more mighty than he ſeems,
So the Proportions ot Defence are flÞ'd ;
Which of a weak and niggardly Projection,
Doth, like a Miler, ſpoil his Coat with ſcanting
A little Cloath. |
Fr, King. Think we King Harry ſtrong ;
And Princes, look, you ſtrongly arm to meet him,
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28 The LIFE *
The Kindred of him hath been fleſh'd upon us:
And he is bred cut of that bloody ſtrain,
That haunted us in our familiar Paths;
Witness our too much memorable Shame,
When Cref]y Battel fatally was ſtruck, |
1 And all cur Princes captiv'd by the Hand DEE
Of that black Name, Edward, black Prince of Wales:
nn W hile that his Mountain Sire, on Mountain ſtanding,
Up in the Air, crown'd with the Golden Sun,
Saw his Heroick Seed, and imil'd to ſee him
Margle the Work of Nature, and deface |
The Patterns that by God and by French Fathers
Had twenty Years been made. This is a Stem
Of that victorious Stock; and let us fear
The native mightineſs and fate of him,
Enter a Meſſenger. 5
Meſſ. Ambaſſadors from Harry K ing of England?
Do crave admittance to your Majeſty, 8
Fr. King. We'll give them preient Audience.
Go, and bring them. | FL
You lee this Chaſe is hotly follow'd, Friends.
Dau, Turn Head, and ſtop purſuit; for Coward Dogs
Moſt ſpend their Mouths, when what they ſeem to threaten
Runs far before them. Good my Sovereign,
Take up the Engliſh ſhort, and let them know
Of what a Monarchy you are the Head:
Self love, my Liege, is not ſo vile a Sin,
As icif-negle&ing. 3
| Enter Exeter.
Fr. King. From our Brother of England.
Exe. From him, and thus he greets your Majeſty:
He wills you in the Name of Gad Almighty,
J hat you diveſt your ſelf, and lay apart
The borrowed Glories, that, by gift of Heaven,
By Law of Nature, and of Nations, lengs
Jo him and to his Heirs ; namely, the Crown,
Ard all wide ſtretched Honours that pertain,
By Cuſtom and the Ordinance of Times, |
Unto the Crown of France. That you may know
*Ljs no ſiniſter, nor no awkward Claim, 5 va
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King HENRY V. 29
Pick d from the M orm- holes of long-vaniſt'a days,
Nor from t he duſt of Old Oblivion rak'd,
He ſends you this moſt memorable Line,
In every Branch truly demonſtrative,
Willing you over-look his Pedigree;
And when you find him evenly deriy'd
From his moſt fam'd of famous Anceſtors,
Edward the Third; he bids you then re{ign
Your Crown and Kingdom indirectly held
From him, the native and true Challenger.
F. King. Or elſe what follows?
Exe. Bloody conſtraint; for if you hide the Crown
Even in your Hearts, there will he rake for it.
And therefore in fierce Tempeſt is he coming,
In Thunder and in Earthquake, like a ve:
That if requiring fail, he will compell.
He bids you, in the Bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the Crown, and to take Mercy |
On the pocr Souls for whom this hungry War
Opens his vaſty Jaws: and on your Head
Turning the Widews Tears, the Orphans Cries,
The dead Mens Blood, the privy Maidens Groans, _
For Husbands, Fathers, and betrothed Lovers,
That ſhall be ſwallowed in this Controverſie.
This is his Claim, his Threatning, and my Meſſage
Unleſs the Dauphin be in preſence here,
To whom expreſly I bring Greeting too. |
Fr, King. For us we will conſider of this further:
To morrow ſhall you bear this full intent ;
Back to our Brother of England.
Dau. For the Dauphin, |
] ſtand here for him; what to him from England?
Exe. Scorn and Defiance, ſlight Regard, Contempt,
And any thing that may not mil-become [
be mighty Sender, doth he prize you at. Fl
Thus fays my King; and if your father's Highneſs 3is
Do not in grant ot all Demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter Mock you ſent his Majeſty ; |
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He! call you to ſo hot an anſwer of it,
That Caves and womby V aultages of France
Shall chide your Treſpals, and return your Mock
In ſecond Accent of his Ordinance.
Dau. Say, if my Father tender fair return,
It is againſt my will; for I deſire
Nothing but Odds with England; to that end,
As matching to his Youth and Vanity,
I did preſent him with the Paris Balls.
Exe. He'll make your Paris Lewver ſhake for it,
Were it the Miſtreſs Court of mighty Europe:
And be aſſur'd you'll find a difference, ;
As we, his Subjects, have in wonder found,
Between the Promiſe of his greener days
And theſe he Maſters now; now he weighs Time
Even to the utmoſt Grain, "that you ſhall read
In your own Loſſes, if he ſtay in France.
Fr. King. To morrow you ſhall know our minds at full,
| [ Fleariſh,.
Exe. Diſpatch us with all ſpeed, let that our King |
Come here himlelf to queſtion our delay, |
For he is footed in this Land already. ( tions,
Fr. King. You ſhall be ſoon; diſpateh' d with fair Condi-
A Night is but ſmall breath, and little pauſe |
To aniwer matters of this Conſequence. [Exeunt.
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HUs with imagin'd Wing our ſwift Scene ies,
In motion of leſs Celerity,
1 han Ether of Thought. Suppoſe that you have ſeer
The well appointed King at Dover Peer,
Embark his Royalty; and his brave Fleet,
With ſilken Streamers, the young Phebus Ag" ;
Play your Fancies; and in them be hold,
Upon the Hempen Tackle, Ship Boys climbing ; j
Hear the ſhrill Whiſtle, whichdoth Order give
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King HENRY V. 31
To ſounds confus'd ; beho!d the threaden Saile,
Born with th'inviſible and creeping Wind.
Draw the huge hottoms thro' the furrow'd Sea,
Breaſtiog the loity Surge. O, do but think
You ſtand upon the Rivage, and behold
A City on th'inconſtant Billows dancing;
For ſo appears this Fleet Majeſtical, |
Holding due courle to Harfleur. Follow, follow.
Grapple your Minds to ſternage of this Nayy.
And leave your England as dead Midnight, till,
Guarded with Grandſires, Babies and old Women,
Either paſt, or not arriv'd to pith and puiſſance: _
For who is he, whoſe Chin is but enrich'd
With one appearing Hair, that will not follow
Thelecull'd and choice drawn Cavaliers to France ?
Work, work your Thoughts, and therein fee a Siege:
Behold the Ordnance on their Carriages,
With fatal Mouths gaping on girded Harfeur.
Suppoſe th' Ambaſſador from the French comes back,
Tells Harry, that the King doth offer him
Katherine his Daughter, and with her to Dowry
Some petty and unprofitable Dukedoms.
The Offer likes not; and the nimble Gunner
With Lynſtock now the Deviliſh Cannon touches.
KD, | [Alarm, and Chambers go off.
And down goes all before him. Still be kind,
And each out our performance with your Mind. Exit.
Enter K ing Henry, Exeter, Bedford, and Glouceſter with
Scaling. Ladders as before Harfleur.
EK. Hemy. Once more unto the Breach,
Dear Friends, once more;
Or cloſe the Wall up with our Zng1;ſþ dead:
In Peace there's nothing ſo becomes a Man
As modeſt ſtillneſs and humility :
But when the blaſt of War blows in our Ears,
Then imitate the Actions of the Tyger;
. Stiffen the Sine ys, ſummon up the Blood,
Diſguiſe fair Nature with hard-tavour'd Rage;
Then lend the Eye a terrible aſpe& ;
Let it pry through the Portage of the Head,
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32 The LIFE of
Like the Braſs Cannon, let the Brow o'erwhelm it,
As fearfully as doth a galled Rock
O''er- bang and jutty his confounded Baſc,
SwilPd with the wild and waſteful Ocean.
Now ſet the Teeth, and ſtretch the Noſtril wide,
Hold hard the Breath, and bend up every Spirit
To his full height. On you nobleſt Engliſh,
Whole Blood is fet from Fathers of War-Proof;
Fathers, that like ſo many Alexanders,
Have in theſe Parts from Morn till Even fought,
And ſheath'd their Swords for lack of Argument;
Diſhonour not your Mothers; now atteſt,
That thoſe whom you call'd Fathers did beget you.
Be Copy now to Men of groſſer Blood, |
And teach them how to War; and you good Yeomen,
Whoſe Limbs were made in England, ſhew us here
The mettle of your Paſture: Let us ſwear, |
That you are worth your Breeding, which I doubt not;
For there is none of you ſo mean and baſe,
That hath not nobleluſtre in your Eyes.
J ſee you ſtand like Greyhounds in the ſlips,
Straining upon the Start, The Game's a-foot , a
Follow your Spirit; and upon this Charge,
Cry, God, for Harry, England, and St. George.
[ Alarm and Chambers go off.
Enter Nim, Bardolph, Piſtol, and Boy.
Bard, On, on, on, on, on, to the Breach, to the Breach,
Nim. Pray thee, Corporal, ſtay, the Knocks are too
hot: and for mine own part, I have not a Caſe of Lives;
the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain Song of it,
P3/?. The plain Song is moſt juſt; for humours do a-
bound: Knocks go and come + God's Vaſſals drop and
die; and Sword and Shield, in bloody Field, doth win
immortal Fame. | SHEA
Bey. Wou'd I were in an Ale-houſe in Lenden, L would
give all my Fame for a Pot of Ale, and Safety.
Piſt. And I; if wiſhes would prevail with me, my pur-
poſe ſhould not fail with me; but thither would I hye.
Bey. As duly, but not as truly, as Bird doth ſing on
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: Euter Fluellen. |
Flu. Up to the Breach you Dogs; avant, you Cullions.
Pit. Be merciful, great Duke, to Men of Mould, abate
thy Rage, abate thy manly Rage ; abate thy Rage, great
Duke. Good Bawcock, bate thy Rage, uſe lenity, fweet '
Chuck. | | ; ; , 4
- Nim. Theſe be good humours; your Honour wins bad 1
humours. 3 | [ Exeunt. [i
Boy. As young as I am, I have obſery'd theſe three
Swaſhers. Lam boy to them all three, but all they three,
though they would ſerve me, could not be Man to me;
for indeed three ſuch Antiques do not amount to a Man;
for Bardelph, he is white-liver'd, and red-fac'd ; by the
means whereof, a faces it out, but fights not; for Piel; he
hath a killing Tongue, and a qui-t word; by the means
whereof, a breaks Words, and keeps whole Weapons;
for Nn, he hath heard, that Men of few Words are the
beſt Men, and therefore he ſcorns to ſay his Prayers, leſt a
ſhould be thought a Coward; but his fe, bad Words are
matcht with a few good Deeds; for a.never broke any
Man's head but his own, and that was againſt a Poſt, when
he was drunk, They will ſteal any thing, ard call it Pur-
chaſe, Bard-!p5 ſtole a Lute Caſe, boreit twelve Leagues,
and fold it tor three half pence. Nia and Ba: dilph ate
ſworn Brothers in filching; and in Calice they ſtole a fire-
ſhoyel. I knew, by that piece of Service, the Men would
carry Coals. They would have me as familiar with Men's
pockets as their Gloves and their. Hankerchers; which makes
much againſt my Manhood, if 1 would take from ano-
ther's Pocket, to put into mine; for it is plainipocketting up
of Wrongs. I mult leave them, and ſzek fame better ſer-
vice; their Villany goes againſt my weak Stomach, and
therefeie I muſt calt it up. Exit By.
f Eater Gower. | |
Gower. Captain Fluellen, you muſt come preſently to the
Mines; the Duke of Gloaceſter would ſpeak with you.
Flu. To the Mines? Tell you the Duke, it is net to good
to come to the Mines; for look you, the Mines are not
according to the Diſciplines of the War; the Concavitesot
it is not ſufficient; for look you, th'athverlary, you may
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plow up all, if there is not better directions.
Gower, The Duke of Glouceſter, to whom the Order of
the Siege is given, is altogether directed by an iſh man,
a very valiant Gentleman, I'faith. |
Flu. It is Captain Mackmorrice, is it not?
Gower, I think it be. |
Flu. By Cheſou he is an Aſs, as is in the World, I will
verifie as much, in his Beard; he has no more directions
in the true diſciplines of the Wars, look you, of the Ro-
man diſciplines, than is a Puppy- dog.
Enter Mackmorriee and Captain Jamy.
Gower. Here a comes, and the Scots Captain, Captain
| Jam, with him. |
Flu. Captain Jamy is a marvellous valorous Gentleman,
that is certain, and of great expedition and knowledge in
the auncient Wars, upon my paricular knowledge of his
directions; by Cheſhu he will maintain his Argument as
well as any Military Man in the World, in the Diſciplines
of the priſtine Wars of the Romans. b
Jamy. I ſay gudday, Captain Fluelen.
Flu. Godden to your Worſhip, good Captain James.
Escwer. Hownow, Captain Mackmicrrice, have you quit
the Mines? have the Pioneers given o'er ? |
Mack. By Chriſh, Law, tiſh ill done; the Work iſh give
over, the Trumpet found the Retreat, By my hand I
ſwear, and by my Father's Soul, the Work ith ill done zit
iſh give over; I would have blowed up the Town, o
Chriſh fave me, law in an hour. O tiſh ill done, tifh ill
done; by my Hand tiſh ill done.
Flu, Captain Mackmert ice, I beſeech you now, will
vou vouchſafe me, look you, a few diſputations with yeu,
as partly touching or concerning the diſciplines of the War,
the Reman Wars, in the Pb eee look.you, and
friendly communication; partly to ſatisfy my Opinion, and
partly for the Satisfaction, look you, of my mind, as touch:
ing the direction of the Military Diſcipline, that is the
Point. |
Jury.
King HENRY V. 35
' Yam. It ſall be very gud, gud feith, gud Captens bath,
and I fall quit you with gud leve, as I may pick occaſion;
that ſall I maarry. | . |
Mack. It is no time to diſcourſe, ſo Chriſſi ſave me: The
Day is hot, and the Weather, and the Wars, and the King,
and the Duke; it is not time to diſcourle, the Town is be-
ſeech'd ; and the Trumpet calls us to the Breach, and we
talk, and byChriſh do nothing, tis ſhame for us all; loGcd 1
{a' me tis ſhame to ſtand till, it is ſhame by my hand; and
there is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done, and
there iſh nothing done, ſo Chrifh ſa' me law. |
amy. By the Mes, ere theiſe eyes of mine take them-
ſelves to ſlomber, ayle de gud ſervice, or Ile ligge i'th'
ground for it; ay, or go to death ? and Ile pay't as valo- 3
rouſly as I may, that ſal l ſurely do, the breff and the long; 3
marry, Iwad full fain heard ſome queſtion*tween you *tway. i
Flu. Captain Mackmorrice, T think, look you, under W
your correction, there is not many of your Nation.
Mack, Of my Nation? what uh my Nation ? Iſha Vil-
lain, and a Baſtard, and a Knave, and a Raſcal? What iſh
my Nation ? Who talks of my Nation?
Flu. look you if you take the matter otherwiſe than is
meant, Captain Mackmorrice, perad venture I ſhall think
you do not uſe me, with that affability, as in diſcretion
you ought to ule me, look you, being as good a Man as
your ſelt both in the diſciplines of Wars, and in the deri-
vation of my birth, and in other particularities. |
Mack. | do not know you ſo good a Man as my felt,
ſo Chriſh ſave me, I will cut off your head.
Gower, Gentlemen both, you will miſtake each other, i
Jamy. A, that's a foul fault. | A Parley ſounded. {if
Gcwer, The Town ſounds a Parley, 1
Flu. Captain Ma bmcrrice, when there is more better
opportunity to be requir'd, look you, I will be to bold as i
to tell you, I know the Dilciplines of War, and there is an
en | Exeunt.
Enter King Henry, and his Train before the Gates, ji
K. Henry. How yet reſolves the Governor of the Town?
This is the lateſt Parley we will admit:
1 heretore to our beſt mercy give your (elves,
Or like to Men proud of deſtruction,
Dehe
36 The LIFE of
Defie us to our worſt; for as I am a Soldier Tt
A Name that in my thoughts becomes me beſt ; Re
If I begin the Batt ry once again, ud | .
F will not leave the halt-atchieved Harfleur W
Till in her Aſhes ſhe lie buried. Er
The Gates of Mercy ſhall be all ſhut up, | Fo
And the fleſk'd Soldier, rough and hard of Heart,
In Liberty of bloody hand, ſhall range Gc
With Conſeience wide as Hell, mowing like Graſs Ar
Vour freſh fair Virgins, and your flowring Infants. Uſ
What is it then to me. if impious War, Th
Arrayed in flames like to the Prince of Fiends, Up
Do with his ſmircht Complexion all fell Feats, To
Enlinckt to waſte and delolation ? | To
What is t to me, when you your ſelves are cauſe,
If your pure Maidens fall into the Hand
Of hot and forcing Violation? | ]
What Rein can hold licentious Wickedneſs, le .
When down the Hill he holds his fterce Career; ;
We may as bootleſs ſpend our vain Command ]
Upon tk'enraged Soldiers in their Spoil, pa,
As ſends Precepts to the Leviathan 6 1 | 4
| To come a-ſh-ar. Therefore, you Men of Harfleur, bes
Take pity of your Town and of your people, /
Whiles yet my Soldiers are in my Command, 1
Whiles yet the cool and temperate Wind of Grace ara
| O'er blows the filthy and contagious Clouds /
| Of heady Murther, Spoil and Villany. que
| If not; why in a Moment look to ſee I
| 'The blind and bloody Soldier, with foul hand | me:
Defile the Locks of your ſhrill-ſhrizking Daughters; /
Your Fathers taken by the falver Beards, | H
And their moſt reverend Heads daſht to the Walls: Ha
Your naked Infants fpitted upon Pikes, /
While the mad Mothers, with their how!s confus'd, ]
| Do break the Clouds; as did the Wives of ey, A
| At Hercd's bloody-hunting flaughter- men. | 1
| What ſay you? Will you yield, and this avoid? | þ
Or guilty in defence be thus deſtroy'd ? K
Enter Governcur. ; mot.
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Gov. Our expectation hath this Day an end: <
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King HENRY V. —
The Dauphin, of whom Succours we entreated,
Returns us, that his Powers are yet not ready,
To raile fo great a Siege. Therefore, great King,
We yield our Town and Lives to thy ſoft Merey :
Enter our Gate, diſpole of us and ours,
For we no longer are defenſible, : |
K. Henry. Open your Gates: Come Uncle Exeter,
Go you and enter Harflear, there remain,
And fortify it ſtrongly againſt the French :
Uſe Mercy to them all for us, dear uncle.
The Winter coming on, and Sickneſs growing
Upon our Soldiers, we retire to Calais.
To Night in Harfleur we will he your Gueſt,
To Morrew for the March we are addreſt.
5 [l Flouriſb, and enter the Town,
Enter Katherine and an old Gentle woman.
Kath. Alice, tu as eſté en Angleterree, & tu parlois bien
le Language. ; |
Alice. Una peu, Madame. |
Kath. Je te prze de m enſcigner, i] fant que ; apprenne a
patler. Comment appelle vous la main en Angliis ?
Alice. La main, il eſt appelle, de Hand,
Kath. De Hand. © | |
Alice. Et le dt.
Kath. Le dt, me ſoy je oublie de diyt,mais je me ſouvien-
dra le dt, je penſe qu ils ont appelle des fingres,ouy de fingres.
Alice. La main, de Hand be Fang 58 70 penſe
que je ſuis, le bon eſcolier. |
Kath. F ay gaigne deu mots d Anglois viſtement, com-
ment appelle vous les ongles? =
Alice. Les ongles, les appelluns de Nayles.
Kath. De Nayles eſcoutez : dites mo, ſi je parle bien: de
Hand, de I ingres, de Nayles.
Alice. C e/i bien dit Madame, il eſt fort bon Ang lois.
Kath. Dites mcy en Anglois le bras.
Alice. De Arme, Madame.
Kath. Et le Claude.
Alice. D'Elbem.
Kath. D' Elbow : Je men ſaitz lay repitition d: tous les
mots que vod m avi apprints des a preſent,
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Alice. I eft trop difficile Madame, comme je penſe.
Kath. Excuſe inc Alice, eſcoute, dq Hand, de Fingre, ,
de Nayles, 4 Arme, de Bilbow. . (
Alith. D' Elbow, Madame. 8
Kath. O Signeur Dieu, je men cublie q Elbow, cem- /
| ment apelle vous Ie col?
B Alice. De Neck, Madame. 7
Kath. De Neck, Ole manton. 1
Alice, De Chin, 15 : 1
Kath. De Sin, le col, de Neck: le manten, de Sin. 1
| Alice. Oay. Sauf veſtre honneur en verite vous pronen: ies
; les mots auſſi droict, que le Natifs q Angleterre. it
| Kath. Je ne diate point q apprend e par le grace de Dien C
HY Cen peu de temps. K
Alice. Na ve vous pas deſia oublie ce que je vous ay en. A
] ſeigne? ; D
q Kath. Non, je reciteray a vous promptement d' Hand, de A
| Fingre, de Nayles Madame. | i St
N Alice. De Nayles, Madame. L
| Kath. De Nayles, do Arme, de Ilbom. U
Alice. Sauf voſtre honneur d Elbow. | S\
Kath. Aznſi dis je dq Elbow, de Neck, de Sin: comment 'Þ
appelle vous les pieds © de robe.
Alice. Le Foot Madame, and le C:unt. O
Kath. Te Foct, and Ie Count: O Signieur Dieu ! ce ſunt O
des mots mauvais, corruptible & impudzique, © neon pcur les T
Damnes d Honneur uſer : Je ne Voudrois prencncer ces mil. 17.
devant les Seigneur de France, pear teut le mende ! Il faut le
Fort & le Crunt, neant moins. Je reciteray un autreſcis ma A.
lecen enſemble, de Hand, de Fingre, de Nayles, d Ar me, Sa
A Elbom, d Neck, de Sin, de Foct, de Court, A
Alice. Excellent, Madame. | ;
Kath.C'eft afſex pour une fcis.allens ncus en diſuer. Exeunt. ſt Le
Enter the King of France, ths Dauphin, Duke / Britain U}
the Conflatle cf France, and cthers. M
Fr. K. Tis certain he hath palſs'd the River Some. Ch
Cen. And if he be not fought withal, My Lord,; Ye
Let us not live in Fance; let us quit all, AI
And give our Vineyards to a barbarous People. a
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Dau. O dieu vivant! thall a few Sprays of us,
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King Henry V. = 39
The empty ing of our Father's Luxury, 1
Our Syens, put in Wild and Savage Stock,
Spirt up ſo ſuddenly into the Clouds,
And over-look their Grafters ? En,
Brit. Normans, but Baſtard Normans, Nerman Baſtards.
Mert de ma vie, if thus they march along
Unfought withal, but I will ſell my Dukedom,
To buy a ſlobbry and a dirty Farm |
In that Hook-ſhotten Iſle of Albion.
Cn. Dieu de Battailles! Where have they this Mettle ?
Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull?
On whom, as in deſpight, the Sun looks pale,
Killing their Fruit with Frowns 2 Can ſodden Water,
A Drench for ſur-reyn'd Jades, their Barley-Broth,
Dococt their cold Blood, to ſuch valiant Heat?
And ſhall our quick Blood ſpirited with Wine, '
Seem froſty? Oh! for the honour of our Land,
Let us not hang like roping Licles |
Upon our Houſes Thatch, whiles a more froſty People
Sweat Drops of gallant Youth in our rich Fields:
Poor we way call them, in their native Lords.
Dau. By Faith and Honour,
Our Madams mock at us, and plainly ſay,
Our Mettle is bred out, and they will give
Their Bodies to the Luſt of Engliſb Youth,
To New-itore France with Baſtard Warriors.
Brit, They bid us to the Engliſh Dancing Schools,
And teach Lavalta's high, and ſwift Curranto s,
Saying our Grace is only in our Heels,
And that we are moſt lofty Run-aways,
Fr, King. Where is Mentjq, the Herald? ſpeed him hence
Let him greet England with our ſharp Defiance.
Up Princes,j and with Spirit of Honour edg'd,
More ſharper than your Swords, hie to the Field:
Charles Delabreth, High Conſtable of France ;
You Duke of Orleans, Bourben, and of Berry,
Alanſon, Brabant, Bar, and Burgundy,
Jaques Chatillion, Rambures. Vaudemont, |
Beaumont, Grandpree, Rouſſie, and Faulconbridee,
Tos, Leſtrale, Beuciquall, and Charaltys, 1 ö
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= Je LIFE ov.
High Dukes, great Princeſs, Barons, Lords, and Kings;
For your great Seats, now quit you of great ſhames ;
Bar Harry England, that ſweeps through our Land
With Penons painted in the Blood of Harfleur :
Ruth on his Hoſt, as doth the melted Snow
Upon the Vallies, whoſe low Vatſal Seat
The Alps doth ſpit, and void his Rheum upon,
Go down upon him, you have power enough,
And in a Captive Chariot, into Roan
Bring him our priſoner, |
Con. I his becomes the Great.
Sorry am I his Numbers are ſo few,
His Soldiers ſick, and famiſht in their March:
For am ſure, when he ſhall ſee our Army,
He'll drop his Heart into the fink of Fear,
And for Atchievement, offer us his Ranſom.
F. King. Therefore Lord Conſtable, haſte on Mountjcy,
And let him ſay to England, that we ſend,
To know what willing Ranſom he will give,
Prince Dauphin, you ihal: tay with us in Ran.
Dau. Not fo, I do beſeech your Majeſty.
Fr. King. Be patient, for you ſhall remain with us.
Now forth Lord Conſtable and Princes all; |
And quickly bring us Word of Englands Fall, [ Exeurt,
Enter Gower and Fluellen. (Bridge ?
Gow, How now, Captain Fluellen, come you from the
Flu. I aſſure you, there is very excellent Services com-
mitted at the Bridge.
Gow. Is the Duke of Fxeter ſake? -
Flu. The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamen
non, and a Man that I love and honour with my out, and my
Heart, and my Duty, and my Lite, and my Living, and my
uttermoſt power. He is not, God be praiſed and bleſſed,
any hurt in the World but keeps the bridge molt valiantly,
with excellent Diſcipline. There is an ancient Lieutenant
there at the Bridge, I think in my very Conſcience he is as
valiant a Man as Mark Authony, and he is a Man of no Eſti-
mation in the World, but I did lee him do as gallant ſervices
Gow, What do you call him?
Flu, He is call'd ancient Peſt}, 5
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King HENRY V. 41
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Cow. I know him not.
5 Enter Piſtol.
Flu. Here is the Man. 5
Pit. Captain, I thee heſeech to do me favours: The
Duke of Exeter doth love thee well.
Flu. I, I praiſe God and I have merited ſome love at
his hands.
Pi. Bardolph, a ſoldier firm and ſound of Heart, and
ol buxom Valour, hath by cruel Fate, and giddy Fortune's
furious fickle Wheel, that Goddeſs blind, that ſtands upon
the rolling reſtleſs Stone 5
Fla, By your patience, ancient Piſto!: Fortune is painted
blind, with a Muffler before her Eyes, to ſignifie to you,
that fortune is blind; and ſhe is painted alſo with a Wheel,
to ſignifie to you, which is the Moral of it, that ſhe is
turning and inconſtant, and mutability, and variation.; and
her Foot, look you, is fixed upon a ſpherical Stone, which
rowles, and rowles, and rowles ; in good Truth, the Poet
makes a moſt excellent Deſcription of it: Fortune is an
excellent Moral. | | |
Pit. Fortune is Bardoſph's Foe, and frowns on him; for
be hath ſtolen a Pax, and hanged muſt a be; damned Death;
let Gallows gape for Dog, let man go free, and let not
Hemp his Wind pipe fuffocate ; but Exeter hath given the
Doom of Death for Pax of little Price. Therefore go
ſpeak, tha Duke will hear thy voice; and let not Bardelph's
vital Thread be cut with edge of Penny-Cord, and vile re-
proach. Speak Captain for his Life,and I will thee requ'te,
Flu, Ancient Piſtel, I do partly underftand your Mean-
Ing. | | |
Piſt. Why then rejoyce therefore.
Flu, Certainly Ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice at;
for if, look you, he were my Brother, T would deſire the
Duke to uſe his good Pleaſure, and put him to Execution ;
for Diſcipline ought to be uſed. Hs ;
Pi. Die, and be damn'd, and go for thy Friendſhip.
Flu It is well.
Pit. The Fig of Spain. [Exit Piſt.
Hu, Yery gel,. |
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The LIFE if
Gew. Why this is an arrant counterfeit Raſcal, I re.
member him now; a Bawd, a Cut-purſe.
Flu. I'll aſſure you, a utt'red as prave Words at the
. Pridge as you ſhallſee in a Summer's Day; but it is very
well ; what he has ſpoke to me, that is well, 4 warrart
. you, when time is ſerve, |
Gow. Why tis a Gull, a Fool, a Rogue, that now and
then goes to the Wars, to grace himſelf at his return into
Lenden, under the form of a Soldier; and ſuch Fellows are
perfect in the great Commanders Names, and they will
learn you by wrote where Services were done; at ſuch ard
ſuch a Sconce, at.ſuch-a Breach, at ſuch a Convoy ; who
came off bravely, who was ſhot, who difgrac'd, what terms
the Enemy ſtoed on; and this they con perfectly in the
Phraſe of War, whieh they trick up with new-tuned Oaths;
and what a Beard of the Generals Cut, and a horrid Suit of
the Camp, will do among foaming Bottles, and ale-waſh'd
Wits, is wonderful to be thought on; but you muſt learn
to know ſuch Slanders of the Age, or elſe you may be
maryelouſly miſtook. |
Flu. 1 tell you what, Captain Gewer ; I do perceive he
is not the Man that he would gladly make ſhew to the
World he is; ifI find a hole in his Coat, I will tell! him
my mind; hear you, the King is coming, and I mult
ſpeak with him from the Pridge.
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Flu. God pleſs your Majeſty.
EK. Henry. How now Fluellen;cam'ſt thou from the bridge?
Flu. I, ſo pleaſe your Majeſty : the Duke of Exeter has
very gallantly maintain'd the Pridge ; the French is gone
off, look you, and there is gallant and moſt praye Paſſages;
marry, th' athverſary was have Poſſeſſion of the Pridge,
but he is inforced to retire, and the Puke of Exeter 1s
Maſter of the Pridge : I can tell your Majeſty, the Duke
isaprave Man. | | |
K. Henry. What Men have you loſt, Fluellen ?
Flu. The Per᷑dition of th athverſary hath been very great,
reaſonable! great; marry for my part, I think the Duke
hath loſt never a Man, but one that is like to be executed for
robbing a Church, one Bardolph, if your Majeſty 1
Dram and Colours. Enter the King and his poor Soldiers.
King HENRY V. 43
the Man: His Face is all Bubukles, and Whelks, and Knobs
and flames a Fire, and his lips blows at his Noſe, and it
is like a Coal of Fire, ſometimes plue, and ſometimes red,
hut his Noſe is executed, and his Fire's out. |
K. Henry, We would have all ſuch Offenders ſo cut off,
and we give expreſs charge, that in our Marches through
the Country, there be nothing compell'd from the JV illa-
ges; nothing taken but paid for; none of the French up-
braided or abuſed in diſdainful Language; for when Leni-
ty and Cruelty play for a Kingdom, the gentler Gameſter
is the ſooneſt Winner,
Tucket. ſounds. Enter Mountjoy.
Mount, You know me by my Habit,
K. Henry. Well then, I know thee ; what ſhall I know
fe? |
Meant, My Maſter's Mind.
K. Henny. Untold it. |
Mount. Thus ſays my. King: Say thou to Harry of Eng-
land, though we ſeemed dead, we did but ſleep: Advan-
tage is a better ſoldier than Raſhneſs. Tell him, we could
have rebuk d him at Harfleur, but that we theught not
good to bruiſe an Injury, till it were full gipe. Now we
ipeak upon our Cue, and our Voice is imperial: England
ſhall repent his Folly, ſee his Weakneſs, and admire our
Sufferance. Bid him therefore confider of his Ranſom,
which muſt proportion the Lofſes we have born, the Sub-
jets we have loſt, the Diſgrace we have digeſted ; which in
weight to re-anſwer, his Pettineſs would bow under. For
our Loſſes, his Exchequer is too poor; for th' effuſion of
our Blood, the Muſter of his Kingdom too faint a Num-
ber; and for our Dilgrace, his own perſon kneeling at our
Feet, but a weak and worthleſs Satisfaction. To this add
Defiance, and tell him for Concluſion, he hath betray'd his
Followers, whoſe Condemnation is pronounc'd, So far
my King and Maſter, ſo much my Office. |
K. Henry. What is thy name ? I know thy Quality.
Mount, Mountj ).
K. Henry. Thou doſt thy Office fairly. Turn thee back,
And tell thy King. I do not ſeek him now,
But could be willing to march on to Calais, |
| Fes ä
Mount. ] ſhall deliver ſo: Thanks to yourHighneſs.[ Exia
Glo. 1 hope they will not come upon us nov.
K. Henry. We are in God's hand, Brother, not in theirs;
44. „ *
Without Tmpeachment ; for to ſay the ſootli, be,
Though tis no Witdom to confeſs fo much, | 07
Unto an Enemy of Craft and Vantage, ' the V
My People are with Sickreſs much enfeebled, ;
My Numbers leſſen'd ; and thoſe few I have, | Horſ
Almoſt no better than fo many French; „„
Who when they were in Health, Itell thee, Herald, eva
I thought, upon one pair of Engliſh Legs, | Alrbelt
Did march three Frenchmen, Let forgive me, God, the E.
That I do brag thus; this your Air of France This H
Hath blown that Vice in me; I mult repent. "JS Orl
Go therefore tell thy Maſter, here lam; Da
| My Ranſom is this frail and worthleſs Trunk; 8
| My Army but a weak and ſickly Guard: ments
1 Yet God before, tell him we will come on, ; in pat
| Though France himſelf, and ſueh another Neighbour e
| Stand in our way. There's for thy Labour AAo unt jey. Beaſts
| Go bid thy Maſter well adviſe himſelf, T On
| If we may paſs, we will; if we be hindred, AlentH
IP We ſhall your tawny Ground with your red Blood Da;
Ul. Diſcelour ; and fo Mcwntjoy fare you well. | hbiady
i} The ſum of all our Anſwer is but this; 5 IHom⸗
1 We would not ſeek a Battle, as we are, Orl
ö Nor as we are, we fay. we will not ſhun it: 5
| | So tell your Maſter. a 5 ring
| March to the Bridge, it now draws toward Night, - Faign te
Beyond the River we'll encamp our ſelyes, nd fo
Ard on to morro bid them march away. [Exeunt part
Enter the Conſtable of France, the Lord Rambures, Orleans, Ince w
| Dauphin, with rthers, ature
Cen. Tut, 1 have the beſt Armour of the World; would 9,
it were day. go : | Dau
Orl. Yeu have an excellent Armour; but let my Horſe y Cc
ha ve his due. e RE 1 | O0rl,
En. It is the beſt Horſe of Europe. Date
Orl. Will it never be Morning? 15 eaion
King HE NXT V. 45.
Dau. My Lord of Orleans, and my Lord High Conſta-
ble, you talk of Herſe and Armour? :
Orl. You are as well provided of both, as any Prince in
| the World. |
Dau. What a long night is this? I will not change my
Horſe with any that treads but on four ?aſterns ; ch'ha ; he.
bounds from the Earth, as it his Entrails were hairs; Te
Cheval volant, the Pegaſus, qu il a les narines de ſeu. When
r beſtride him, I ſoar, I am a Hawk; he trots the Air;
the Earth fings, when he touches it; the baſeſt horn of
| | his Hoof is more Mufical than the Pipe of Hermes.
rl. He's of the Colour of a Nutmeg, |
Dau. And of the heat of the Ginger, It is a Beaſt
for Perſeus; he is pure Air and Fire; and the dull Ele-
ments of Earth and Water neyer appear in him, but only
in patient ſtilneſs while his Rider amounts him; he is
ney a Horſe, and ali other jades you may call
eaſts. | | 5 | 5
Cm. Indeed my Lord: it is a moſt abſolute and excel-
{lent Horſe.
Dau. it is the Prince of Palfreys, his Neigh is like the
bidding of a Monarch, and his Countenance enforces
Homage.
Or. No more, Couſin. |
Dau. Nay, the Man hath no wit, that cannot from the
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Dall.
fa
n
ſiſing of the Lark to the Lodging of the Lamb, vary de-
ferred praiſe on my Palfrey; it is a Theme as fluent as the
Pea : Turn the Sands into eloquent Tongues, and my
orſe is argument for then all; tis a Subject for a Sove-
nto reaſon on, and for a Soveragn's Soveraign to ride on;
for the World, familiar to us, and unknown, to lay
part their particular Functions, and wonder at him. I
nce writ a Sonnet in his praiſe and began thus, Wonder of
ature | |
0rl. T have heard a Sonnet begin ſo to ones Miſtreſs.
Dau. Then did they imitate that, which I compos'd to
py Courſer, for my Horſe is my Miſtreſs.
Orl. Your Miſtreſs bears well. =
Dau. Me well, which is the preſcript praiſe and per-
ection of a good and particular Miſtreſs, 1
; | Cons
46 The EITE E of |
Con. Nay, for methought Yeſterday your Miſtreß
ſhrewdly ſhook your Back. | FT Le, M
Dau. So perhaps did yours.
Con. Mine was not bridled.. |
Dau. O then belike ſhe was old and gentle, and you
rode like a Kerne of Ireland, your French Hoſe off, and in
your ſtrait Stroſſers. | |
Qn. You have good Judgment in Horſemanſhip, _
.* Dax. Be warn'd by me then; they that ride ſo, and ride
Horle to my Miſtreſs, | |
- Con, I had as lieve have. my Miſtreſs a Jade.
4 Dau. I tell thee Conſtable, my Miſtreſs wears his own,
Sow to my Miſtreſs. N
Dau. Le chieu eſt retourne a ſon propre vemiſſement, & la
true lavee au bourbier ; thou mak'ſt uſe of any thing,
not warily, fall into foul Bogs; I had rather have my |
Con. I could make as true a Boaſt as that, If I had if
Cu. Vet do I not ule my Horſe for my Miſtrels, or any |
ſuch Proverb, ſo little kin to the purpoſe. |
Ram. My Lord Conſtable, the Armour that I fawin
your Tent to Night, are thoſe Stars or Surs upon it?
Con, Stars, my Lord,
Dau. Some of them will fall to morrow, I hope.
Cn. And yet my Sky ſhall not want. |
Dau. That may be, for you bear a many ſuperfluouly, «
and *twere more honour ſome were away.
Cen. Ev'n as your Horſe bears your Praiſes, who would
trot as well, were lome of your brags diſmounted.
Dau. Would I were able to load him with his deſert,
Will it never be day? I will trot to morrow a Mile, and
my way ſhall be paved with Eng liſh Faces. |
Con. I will not ſay fo, for fear I ſhould be fac'd out d
my way; but I would.it were Morning, for I would fan
be about the Ears of the Engliſh. |
Ram. Who will go to Hazard with me for twenty,
Priloners? ne, | bw
Qn. You muſt firſt go your ſelf to Hazard, ere you ha-
them. | =
Dau. I is Mid-night, PIl go arm my ſelf, [89
: a 5 Th
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King HENRY V.
rl, The Dauphin longs for Morning.
Ram. He longs to eat the Engliſh,
nn. I think he will eat all he kills, :
Orl. By the white hand ef my Lady, he's a gallant
Prince.
Cons Swear by her Foot, that ſhe might tread out the
Oath.
Orl. He is ſimply the moſt active Gentleman of France.
Con. Doing is activity, and he will ſtill be doing.
Orl. He never did harm, that I heard of.
Con. Nor will do none to Morrow 3 he will keep that
good Name ſtill.
Orl. I know him to be valiant.
Coin, I was told that, by one that knows him better than
OUs
; Ort. What's he?
Con. Marry he told me {6 himſelf, and he ſaid he car'd
not who knew it.
0r1. He needs not, it is no hidden Virtue in him.
Con, By my Faith, Sir, but it is; never any body ſaw
it, but his Lacquey; tis a hooded valour, and when it
appears, it will abate.
Orl, Ill-will never ſaid well.
Con, I will cap the Proverb with, There 7 zs - Flattery i in
Friend{ ip.
Orl. And I will take up that with, Give the Devil bis
due.
Cen. Well plac'd ; there ſtands your Friend for the Pe-
vil; have atthe yery Eye of that Proy erb with, A Pox of
the Devil.
Orl. You are the better at Proverbs * how much a
Fool's" Bolt is ſocn ſhct.
Cen. You have ſhot over.
rl. Tis not the firſt time you were over-ſhot.
Enter a Me enger.
Meſ. My Lord high Conſtable, the Znglih lye
within fifteen hundred Paces of your Tents,
Con. Who hath meaſur'd the Ground?
Meſſ. The Lord Grandpree.
47
Con.
48 The LIFE. *
Con. A valiant and moſt expert Gentleman. Would it
were day. Alas poor Harry of England; he longs not for
the Dawning, as we do,
Orl, What a wretched and peeviſh Fellow is this King
of ee to _ with his fat-brain'd Followers ſo far
out of his Knowled
run away.
Orl. That they lack; 2 if their Feads had any intelle-
&ual Armour, they could never wear ſuch heavy Head-
pieces,
Ram. That Iſland of England breeds very valiant Crea-
tures; their Maſtiffs are of unmatchable Courage.
Or1, Fooliſh Curs, that run winking into the Mouth of
a Rvſſan Bear, and have their Heads cruſh'd like rotten
Apples; you may as well lay, that's a valiant Flea, that
dare eat his Breakfaſt on the Lip of a Lion,
Cen. Juſt, juſt; and the Men do ſympathize with the
Maſti, in robuſtiousand rough coming on, leaving their
Wits with their Wives; and then give them great Meals
of Beef, and Iron and Steel ; they will eat like Wolves,
and Go ht like Devils.
Orl. Ay, but theſe Zngliſh are fhrewdly out of Beef,
Cn. Then we ſhall find to-morrow, they have only
Stomach to eat, and none to fight. Now | isit time to arm;
come, ſhall we about it?
Orl. It is not two a Clock; but let me ſee by ten
We ſhall have each a hundred Engliſhmen. LExeunt.
„„
Enter Chorus.
Nt: entertain Conjecture of a Time,
When creeping Murmur and the poring Dark
Hiiis the wide Veſſel of the Univerſe.
From Camp to Camp, through the foul Womb of Night
The Hum of either Army ſtilly ſounds,
T hat
Con. If the Engliſh b had any Apprehenſion, they would |
za Ef wm ws ora 5
Each Battle ſees the others umber'd face.
King HENRY V. 49
That the fixt Centinels almoſt receive
The ſecret Whiſpers of each others Watch.
Fire anſwers Fire, and through their paly Flames
Steed threatens Steed, in high and boaſtful Neighs |
Piercing the Night's dull Ear; and from the Tents
The Armourers accompliſhing the Knights,
With buſy Hammers cloſing Rivets up,
Give dreadful Note of Preparation.
The country Cocks do crow, the Clocks do tow],
And the third Hour of drowſy Morning nam'd,
Proud of their Numbers, and ſecure in Soul,
The confident and over-luity French,
Do the low-rated Exglifhh play at Dice:
And chide the cripple-tardy-gated Night,
Who like a foul and ugly Witch do's limp
o tediouſly away. The poor eondemned Fyglifh,
Like Sacrifices, by their watchful Fires
Sit patiently, and inly ruminate
The Morning's Danger: and their Geſture ſad,
Inveſting lank-lean Cheeks, and War-worn Coats,
Preſented them unto the gazing Moon
So many horrid Ghoſts. O now who will behold
The royal Captain of this ruin'd Band |
Walking from Watch to Watch, from Tent to Tent,
Let him cry, Praiſe and Glory on his Head:
For forth he goes, and viſits all his Hoſt,
Bids them good morrow with a modeſt Smile,
And calls them Brothers, Friends, and Country- men.
Upen his Royal Face there is no Note,
How dread an Army hath enrounded him ;
Nor doth he Dedicate one jot of Colour
Unto the weary and all watched Night:
But freſhly looks, and over-bears Attaint,
With chearful Semblance, and ſweet Majeſty «
That every Wretch, pining and pale betore,
Beholding him, plucks Comſort from his Looks,
A Largels univerſal, like the Sun,
His liberal Eye doth give to every one, |
Thawing cold Fear, that mean and gentle all
| C Behold,
50 The LIFE of
| Behold, as may Unworthineſs define,
A little touch of Harry in the Night,
And lo our Scene muſt to the Battle fly:
Where, O for pity, we ſhall much diſgrace,
With four or five moſt vile and ragged foils
(Right ill diipos'd, in brawl ridiculous)
The Name of Agincourt. Yet fit and Tee,
Minding true things, by what their Mock ries be. [Exit
Enter King Henry, Bedford, and Glouceſter.
K. Henry. Gloſter, tis true that we are in great danget,
The greater therefore ſhould our Courage be..
Good morrow, Brother Bedford: God Almighty,
There is ſome Soul of Goodneſs in things Evil,
Would Men obſervingly diſtil it out.
For our bad Neighbour makes us early: Stirrers,
Which is both Healthful, and good Husbandry.
Beſides, they are our outward 'Conſciences,
And Preachers to us all; admoniſhing,
That we ſhould dreſs us fairly for our end.
Thus may we gather Honey from the Weed,
And make a Moral of the devil himſelf.
Enter Erpingham.
Good morrow, old Sir Thumas Erpingham-
A good ſoft Pillow for that good white Head
Were better, than a churliſh Turf of France. |
Ering. Not ſo my Liege, this Lodging likes me better,
Since;I may ſay, now lye I like a King.
K. Henry. Tis good for Men to love their preſent Pain,
Upon Example, ſo the ſpirit is eaſed:
And when the Mind is quickened, out of doubt
The Organs, though Defun& and Dead before,
Break up their drowſie Grave, and newly move
With caſted ſlough, and freſh celerity.
Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas: Brothers both,
Commend me to the Princes in our Camp:
No my good-morrow to them, and anon
Deſire them all to my Pavillion.
Glo. We fthall, my Liege.
Er ping. Shall I attend your Grace?
K. Henry. No, my good Knight: |
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King HENRY V. 51
Go with my Brothers to my Lords of England:
I and my Boſom muſt debate a while,
And then I would no ether Company.
Erping. The Lord in Heav 'n bleſs thee, noble Harry.
| 5 [ Exeunt.
K. Henry. God a Mercy, old Heart, thou ſpeak'ſt chear-
| Enter Piſtol.
Piſt. Qui va la?
K. Henry. A Friend. N 2 £9 ö ;
Piſt. Diſcuſs unto me, art thou Officer, or art thou baſe,
common and popular? —
K. Henry. I am a Gentleman of a Company.
Piſt. Trail'ſt thou the puiſſant Pike?
K. Henry. Even ſo: What are you?
Piſt. As good a Gentleman as the Emperor.
K. Henry. Then you are a better than the King.
Piſt. The King's a Bawcock, and a Heart of Gold, a
Lad of Life, an Imp 6f Fame, of Parents good, of Filt
moſt valiant; I kiſs his dirty Shooe, and from Heart-
ſtring I love the lovely Bully. What is thy Name?
K. Henry Harry le Ry.
Piſt. Le Rey! a Corniſh Name: Art thou of Corniſh Crew?
K. Henry, No, I am a Welchman. |
Piſt. Know'ſt thou Flauellen?
K. Henry. Yes. | |
Piſt. Tell him F'll knock his Leek about his Pate upon
St. Davids Day.
K. Henry. Do not you wear your Dagger in your Cap
that Day, leſt he knock that about yours. |
Piſt. Art thou his Friend ? |
K. Henry. And his Kinſman too.
Pi. The Ego for thee then.
K. Henry. I thank you: God be with you.
Piſt. My Name is Piſtol call 0G.
K. Henn. It ſorts well with your Eierceneſs.
N Manet King Henry.
Enter Fluellen and Gower. |
Gow, Captain Huellen. we
3 C 2 Hu.
Exit.
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62 : De LIFE of
fire the A pproach of Day. 0:
Williams. We ſee yonder the Beginning of the Day, but
Flu. So, in the Name of Jeſu Chriſt, ſpeak fewer: It is
the greateſt Admiration in the univerſal World, when the
true and auncient Prerogatites and L aws of the Wars is not
kept: If you would take the Pains but to examine the Wars
of Pompey the Great, you ſhall find, I warrant you, that
there is no tiddle taddle, nor pibble babble in Pompey's
Camp: I warrant you, you ſhall find the Ceremonies of
the wars, and the Cares of it, and the Forms of it, and
rs Sobriety of it, and the Modeſty of it, to be other -
wiſe. E |
Gow. Why, the Enemy is loud, you hear him all
Night. |
Flu. If the Enemy is an Aſs, and a Fool, and a prating 2
Coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we ſhould aſſo, lock
you, be an Aſs, and a Fool, and a prating Coxcomb, in
your ewn Conſcience now? -
' Gow, | will ſpeak lower. |
Vu. I pray you, and beſeech you, that you will.
| | [ Exeunh
K. Henry. Tho it appear alittle out of faſhion,
There is much Care and Valour in this Welchmen. |
Enter three Soldiers, John Bates, Alexander Court, and
| Michael Williams. 5
Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the Morning,
which breaks yonder?
Bates. I think it be; but we have no great Cauſe to de-
T think we ſhall never ſee the End of it. Who goes
there ? |
K. Henry. A Friend, 5
Vill. Under what Captain ſerve you?
K. Henry. Under Sir John Erpingham. |
Will. A good old Commander, and a molt kind Gentle-
man: I pray you, what thinks he of our Eſtate ?
K. Henry. Even as Men wrack d upon a Sand, that look |
to be waſh'd off the next Tide.
Bates, He hath not told his Thought to the King? |
K. Henry. No; nor is it meet he ſhould: For though I
| ſpeak it to you, I think the King is but a Man, as I am;
The
1
King HENRY V. —
The Violet ſmells to him, as it doth to me; the Element
ſhews to him, as it doth to me; all his Senſes have but hu-
man Conditions. His Ceremonies laid by, in his Naked-
neſs he appears but a Man; and tho' his Affections are
higher mounted than ours, yet when they ſtoop they ſtoop
with the like Wing; therefore, when he ſees reaſon of Fears,
as we do, his Fears, out of doubt, be of the ſame reliſh as
ours are; yet, in reaſon, no Man ſhould poſſeis him with
any appearance of Fear; leſt he, by ſhewing it, ſhould.
dithearten his Army. 8 1
Bates. He may ſhew what outward Courage he will; but,
I believe, as cold a Night as tis, he could wiſh himlelt in
the Thames up to the Neck, and ſo I would he were, and
I by him, at all Adventures, ſo we were quit here.
K. Henry, By my troth, I will ſpeak my Conſcience of
the King; I think he would not with himſelf any where
but where he is. |
Bates. Then would he were here alone; ſo ſhould he be
ſure to be ranſomed, and a many poor Mens Lives iaved.
K. Henry, I dare fav, you love him not ſo ill to wiſh
him here alone; howſoever, you ſpeak this to feel other
Mens Minds. Methinks I could not die any where ſo con-
tented as in the King's Company; his Cauſe being juſt,
and his Quarrel honourable. 2 |
Will, That's more than we know. >
Bates. Ay, or more than we ſhould ſeek after, for we
know enough, if we know we are the King's Subjects:
If kis Cauſe be wrong, our Obedience to the King wipes
the Crime of it out ot us.
Will. But if the Cauſe be not good, the King himſelf
hath a heavy Reckoning to make, when all thoſe Legs, and
Arms, and Heads chop'd off in a Battel, ſhall join together
at the latter day, and cry all, We dy dat ſuch a Place; ſome
Swearing, ſome crying for a Surgeon; ſome upon their
Wives left poor behind them ; ſome upon the Dehts they
owe ; ſome upon their Children rawly left. I am afear'd
there are few die well that die in Battel; for how can they
charitably diſpoſe of any thing when Blood is their Argu-
ment? Now, if theſe Men do not die well, it will be a
black matter for the King, that led them to it, whom to
difobey, were againſt all proportion of Subjection.
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54 The LIFE off
K. Henry. So, if a Son, that by his Father ſent about
Merchangize, do ſinfully miſcarry upon the Sea, the im-
putation of his Wickedneſs, by your Rule, ſhould be im-
poſed upon his Father that ſent him; or if a Servant un-
der his Maſter's Command, traniporting a ſum of Money,
be affaiFd by Robbers, and die in many irreconcil'd. Ini-
quities, you may call the buſineſs of the Maſter the Author
of the Servants Damnation; but this is not ſo: The King
is not bound to anſwer the particular endings of his Soldiers,
the Father of his Son, nor the Maſter of his Servant, for they
Purpoſe not their Death, when they purpoſe their Servi-
ces. Beſides, there is no King, be his Cauſe never ſo
ſpotleſs, if it come to the Arbitrement of Swords, can
try it out with all unſpotted Soldiers: Some, peradventure,
have on them the gilt of premeditated and contrived Mur-
ther; ſome, of beguiling Virgins with the broken Seals of
Perjury; ſome, making the Wars their bulwark, that
have before gored the gentle Boſom of Peace with Pillage
and Robbery, Now if theſe Men have defeated the Law,
and out- run Native Puniſhment ; though they can out- ſtrip
Men, they have no Wings to fly from God. War is his
Beadle, War is his Vengeance; ſo that here Men are
puniſh' d, for before breach of the King's Laws, in now the
King's Quarrel; where they feared the Death, they. have
born Life away, and where they would be ſafe they pe-
riſk, Then if they die unprovided, no more is the King
guilty of their Damnation, than he was before guilty of
thoſe Impieties, for the which they are now viſited. E-
very Subject's Duty is the King's, but every Subject's Soul
is his own, Therefore ſhould every Soldier in the Wars
do as every fick Man in his Bed, waſheyery Moth out
of his Conſcience : and dying ſo, Death is to him advan-
tage; or not dying, the time was bleſſedly loſt, wherein
ſuch preparation was gained; and in him that eſcapes it
Were not din to think that making God ſo free an offer, he
lethim out-live that day. to ſee his Greatneſs, and to teach
others how they ſhould prepare.
i. Tis certain, every Man that dies ill, the ill is u-
on his own Head, the King is not to anſwer for it.
Bates. I do not deſire he ſhould anſwer for me, and yet
I determine to fight luſtily for him.
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E. Henry. I my ſelf heard the King ſay, he would not
be ranſom'd.
Will. Ay, he ſaid ſo, to make us fight chearfully; but
when our Throats are cut, he may be ranſom'd, and we
ne'er the wiſer. | |
Favs Henry, If I live to ſee it, I will never truſt his word
alter. 8 . N
Will. You pay him then; that's a perilous ſhot out of an
Elder-Gun, that a poor and private diſpleaſure can do a-
ainſt a Monarch; you may as well go about to turn the
= to Ice, with fanning in his face with a Peacock's
Feather: Yow'll never truſt his Word after! Come, tis a
fooliſh Saying, - |
K. Henry. Your Reproof is ſomething too round, I
ſhould be angry with you, if the time were convenient.
Will. Let it be a Quarrel between us, if you live.
K. Henry, I embrace it. |
ill. How ſhall I know thee again? |
K. Henry, Give me any Gage of thine, and I will wear it
in my Bonnet: Then if ever thou dar'ſt acknowledge it,
I will make it my Quarrel.
Will. Here's my Glove; give me another of thine.
K. Henry. There, . |
Will. This will I alfo-wear in my Cap; if ever thou come
to me, and ſay, after to morrow, This is my Glove, my
this Hand I will give thee a Box on the Ear.
K. Henry, If ever 1 live to ſee it I will challenge it.
Will. Thou dar'ſt as well be hang' d.
K. Henry, Well, I will do it, tho' I take thee in the
King's Company. -
Will, Keep thy Word: Fare thee well.
Bates. Be Friends, you Engliſh Fools, be Friends; we
have FreachQuarrels enow, if you could tell how to reckon
5 | Exeunt Soldiers.
K. Henry. Indeed, the Freach may lay twenty French
Crowns to ones they will beat us, for they bear them on
their Shoulders; but it is no Englſh Treaſon to cut French
Crowns, and to morrow the K ing himſelf will be a Clipper.
Upon the King! let us, our Lives, our Souls, |
Our Debts, our carefull Wives, our Children, and |
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56 The LIFE off
Our Sins, lay on the King ; he muſt bear all.
O hard Condition, twin- horn with Greatneſs,
Subject to the Breath of every Fool, whoſe Senſe
No more can feel, but his own wringing.
What infinite heart-eaſe muſt Kings neglect,
. That private Men enjoy |
And what have Kings that Privates have not too,
Save Ceremony, ſave general Ceremony?
And what art thou, thou Idol Ceremony?
What kind of God art thou? that ſuffer'ſt more
Of mortal Griefs than do thy Worſhippers.
What are thy Rents? What are thy Comings in?
O Ceremony, ſhew me but thy worth :
What! is thy Soul of Adoration ? 1
Art thou ought elſe but Place, Degree, and Form,
Creating awe and fear in other Men?
Wherein thou art leſs happy, being fear'd,
Than they in fearing, |
What drink'ft thou oft, inſtead of Homage ſweet,
But poyſon'd Flattery ? O be ſick, great Greatneſs,
And bid thy Ceremony give thee cure. |
Thirk ſt thou the fiery Feaver will go out
With Titles blown from Adulation? 7
Will it give Place to flexure and low bending ?.
Can't thou, when thou command'ſt the beggars kneez
Command the Health of it ? No, thou proud Dream,
Thcu play'ſt ſo ſubtilly with a King's Repoſe,
Fam a King that find thee ; and I know,
* Fis rot the Balm, the Scepter, and the Ball,
The Sword, the Mace, the Crown Imperial,
The enter- tiſſued Robe of Gold and Pearl,
The farſed Title runripg fore the K ing,
The Throne he ſits on; nor the Tide of Pomp,
That heats upon the high ſhoar of this World:
No, not all thele thrice gorgeous Ceremonies,
Not all theſe, laid in Bed Majeſtical,
Can ſleep ſo ſoundly as the wretched Slave:
M ho, with a Body fd, and vacant Mind, |
Sets him to reſt, cramm'd with diſtreſsful Bread,
Never [ces horrid Night, the Child of Hell:
But
Ring HENRY V.
But like a Lacquey, from the Riſe to Set,
Sweats in the Eye of Phæbus; and all Night
Sleeps in Ehſium; next day aiter dawn,
Doth riſe and help Hyperion to his Horſe,
And follows ſo the ever-running Year
With profitable Labour to his Grave:
And, but for Ceremony, ſuch a Wretch,
Winding up days with Toil, and Nights with Sleep,
Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
I he Slave, a Member of the Country's Peace,
Enjoys it; but in groſs brain little wots,
What Watch the King keeps to maintain the Peace;
M hoſe Hours the Peaſant beſt advantages.
Enter Erpingham.
Erp. My Lord, your Nobles jealous of your Abſence,
Seek through your Camp to find you.
K. Henry. Good old Knight, colle& them all together,
At my Tent ;. Ill be before thee. Fs
Erp. I ſhall do't, my Lord. gy i - ©)
K. Henry, O God of Battles ſteel my Soldier's Hearts,
Poſſeſs them not with Fear. Take from them now
The Senſe of Reck ning of th' oppoſed Numbers:
Pluck their Hearts from them. Not to day, Q Lord,
O not to day, think not upon the Fault
My Father made in compaſſing the Crown.
I Richard's Body have interred new,
And on it have beſtowed more contrite Tears
Than from it iſſued forced Drops of Blood.
Five hundred Poor I have in yearly pay,
Who twice a Day their wither'd hands hold up
Toward Heaven, to pardon Blood.
And I have built two Chauntries, _
Where the ſad and ſolemn Prieſts ſing till
For Richard's Soul. More will I do;
Though all that I can do is nothing worth,
vince that my penitent comes after al,
Imploring Pardon. 732 |
Glo. My Liege. Ke |
K. Henry, My Brother Gloſter's Voice? 5
8 I know
Enter Glouceſter, ny
I know thy Errand, I will go with thee :
The Day, my Friend, and all things ſtay for me. [ Ereunt.
Enter the Dauphin, Orleans, Rambures, and Beaumont.
Orl. The Sun doth gild our Armour, up, my Lords.
Dau. Monte Cheval: My Herſe, Valet Lacquay : Ha!
Or], Oh brave Spirit!
Dau. Ther les Cieux © la terre.
Orl. Rien puis le air & few.
Dau. Cien, Couſin Orleans.
| Enter Conſtable.
Now my Lord Corſtable
Con. Hark how our Stecds for preſent Yervice neigh.
Dau. Mount them, and make Inciſion in their Hides,
That their hot Blood may {pin in Engliſp Eyes,
And doubt them with ſuperfluous Courage: Ha!
Ram. What, will you have them weep our horſes Blood?
How ſhall we then behold their natural Tears?
Enter Me er.
Meſ. The Engliſb are embattePd, you French Peers.
Cen, To Horſe, you gallant Princes, ſtreight to Horſe.
Do but behold yond poor and ſtarved Band,
And your fair ſhew ſhall ſuck away their Souls,
Leaving tbem but the ſha!esand Husks of Men.
There is not work enough for all our Hands,
Scarce Blood enough in all their fickly Veins,
To give each naked Curtle-ax a ſtain, ,
That our French Gallants ſhall to day draw out,
And ſheath for lack of Sport. Let us but blow on them,
The vapour of our valour will o'er*turn them.
*Tis poſitive gainſt all exception, Lords,
That our ſuperfluous Lacqueys and our Peaſants,
Who in unneceſſary action fwarm
About our ſquates of Battel, were enow
To purge this Field of ſuch a hilding Foe.
T ho' we upon this Mountain's Baſis by
Took ſtand, for idle Speculation :
But that our Henours-muſt not. What's to ſay ?
A very little little let us do; 1 |
And all is done ; then let the Trumpets ſound
The Tucket ſonuance, and the Note to mount:
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King HENRY V. 39
For our approach ſhall ſo much dare the Field,
That England ſhall couch down in Fear, ard yield,
„ Oo Grandes |
Gran. Why do you ſtay fo long, my Lords of France?
Yond Iſland Carrions, deſperate of their Bones,
Ill-favour'dly become the Morning Field:
Their ragged Curtains poorly are let looſe,
And our air ſhakes them paſſing ſcornfully,
Big Mars ſeems bankrupt in their beggar d Hoſt,
And faintly through a ruſty Bever peeps.
The Horſemen fit like fixed Candleſticks,
With Torch-Staves in their Hand and their poor Jades
Lob down their Heads, droopinrg the Hide and Hips:
The Gum down roping from their pale-dead Eyes,
And in their pale dull Mouths the Female Bitt
Lyes foul with chaw'd Graſs, ſtill and motionleſs;
And their Executors, the knaviſh Crows,
Fly o'er them, all impatient for their Hour.
Deſcription cannot ſuit it ſelf in Words,
To demonſtrate the Life of ſuch a Battel,
In life ſo liveleſs as it ſhews it ſelf,
Con. They have ſaid their Prayers,
And they ſtay for Death.
Dau. Shall we go ſend them Dinners, and freſh Sutes,
And give their faſting Horſes Provender,
And after fight with them ? | 5
Con. ] ſtay but for my Guard: On to the Field;
I will the Banner from a Trumpet take,
And uſe it for my haſte. Come, come away,
The Sun is high, and we out wear the Day. [E xeunt.
Enter Glouceſter, Bedford, Exeter, Erpingham w:th all the
| Hyſt, Salisbury and Weſtmorland,
Glo. Where is the King? | 2
Be d. The King himſelf” is rode to view their Battel.
. bo es Of fighting Men they have full threeſcore thou ·
and. f |
Exe. There's five to one, befides they are all freſh.
Sal. God's Arm ſtrike with us, tis a fearful odds.
God be wi' you Princes all; Fl to my Charge:
If we no more mect till we meet in Heaven,
Then
60 The LIFE of
Then joyfully, my roble Lord of Bedford,
My dear Lord Gl#ſter, and my good Lord Exeter,
And my kind Kinſmen, Warriors all adieu.
Bed.Farewel,goodSalisbury,and good luck go with thee:
And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,
For thou art fam'd of the firm truth of Valour.
Exe. Fare wel, kind Lord: Fight valiantly to day [ Ex. Sal.
Bed. He is as full of Valour as of Kindneſs,
Princely in both. | |
Enter King Herry.
I/eſt. O that we now had here
But one ten thouſand of thoſe Men in Eug land,
That donot workto Day. i
K. Henry. What's he that wiſhes ſo ?
My Couſin Ves moreland? No, my fair Couſin 2)
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow |
To do our Country loſs; and if to live,
The fewer Men the greater ſhare of Honour.
God's Will, I pray thee wiſh not one Man more.
By Juve, I am not covetous for Gold,
Nor care I, who doth feed upon my coſt :
Tt yerns me not, if Men my Garments wear
Such outward things dwell not in my deſires:
But if it be a Sin to covet Honour, :
I am the moſt offending Soul alive.
No, faith, my Coz, wiſh not a Man from England:
God's Peace, I would not loſe ſo great an Honour,
As one Man more methinks would ſhare from me,
For the beſt hope I have. O-donot with one more:
Rather proclaim it (Veſtmereland) through my Hoſt,
That he which hath no Stomach to this Fight,
Let him depart, his Paſſport ſhall be made,
And Crowrs for Convoy put into his Purſe :
We would not die in that Man's Company
T hat fears his Fellowſhip to die with us.
This Day is call'd the Feaſt of Ciſpian:
He that out · lives this Day, and comes fate home,
Will ſtand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And rouze him at the Name of Criſpian:
He that ſhall ſee this Day, and live old Age,
HMS
King HENRY V.
Will yearly on the Vigil feaſt his Neighbours,
And ſay to morrow is Saint Criſpian:
Then will he ſt rip his Sleeve, and ſhew his Scars:
Old Men forget; yet all ſhall not be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages, |
What Feats he did that day. Then ſhall our Names,
Familiar in his Mouth as houſhold words, |
Harry the King, Bedford, and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloſter,
Be in their flowing Cups freſhly remembred.
This Story ſhall the good Man teach his Son:
And Criſpane Criſpian ſhall ne er go by, |
From this Day to the ending of the World,
But we in it ſhall be remembered ;
We few, we happy few, we band of Brothers:
For he to day that ſheds his Blood with me,
Shall be my Brother; be he ne'er ſo vile,
This Day ſhall gentle his Condition.
And Gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themſelves accurſt they were not here;
And hold their Manhoods cheap, whiles any ſpeaks,
That fought with us upon St. Criſpian's Day.
| Enter Salisbury.
Sal. My Sovereign Lord, beſtow yourſelf with Speeds
The French are bravely in the Battles ſet, |
And will with all expedience charge on us.
K. Henry. All things are ready if our Minds be ſo.
Weſt, Periſh the Man whoſe Mind is backward now.
8 Henry. Thou doſt not wiſh more help from England,
02
Veſt. God's will, my Liege, would you and J alone,
Without more help, could fight this royal Battle. |
K. Henry. Why now thou haſt unwiſl'd five thouſand:
Which likes me better than to wiſh us one. [Men:
You know your Places; God be with you all.
A Tucket ſounds, Enter Mountjoy.
Mount. Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry,
If for thy Ranſome thou wilt now compound, |
Before thy moſt aſſured overthrow :
For certainly thou art ſo near the Gulf, |
| Thow
And Time hath. worn us into ſlovenry
62 „
Thou needs muſt be englutted. Beſides, in mercy
The Conſtable deſires thee thou wilt mind
Thy Followers of Repentance; that their Souls
May make a 1 a ſweet retire
From aff theſe Fields; where, Wretches, their poor Bod ies
Muſt lye and feſter. | EY
K. Henry. Who hathſent thee now ?
Mount. The Conſtable of France. % ; T
K. Henry. I pray thee bearmy former Anſwer back, R
1
Bid them atchieve me, and then ſell my Bones.
Good God! why ſhould they mock poor Fellows thus?
The Man that once did ſel] the Lion's Skin | | 17
While the Beaſt liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him.
And many of our Bodies ſhall, no doubt, N
Find native Graves; upon the which, I truſt, 2
Shall witneſs live in Braſs of this Day's. work.
And thoſe that leave their valiant Bones in France,
Dying like Men, tho' buried in your Dunghils, |
They ſhall-be fam d; for there the Sun ſhall greet them ?
And draw their Henours reeking up to Heaven, rs
Leaving their earthly Parts. to choak your Clime, w.
The ſmell whereof ſhall breed a Plague in France.
Mark then abounding Valour in our Engliſb:
That being dead, like to the Bullets graſing,
Break out into a ſecond courſe of Miſchief,
Killing in relapſe of Mortality.
Let me ſpeak proudly; tell the Conſtable,
We are but Warriors for the working Day;
Our Gayneſs and our Gilt are all be- mirch'd
With rainy. marching in the painful Field.
There's not a piece of Feather in aur Hoſt ;
Good Argument, I hope, we will not flye :
But, by the Maſs, our Hearts are in the trim =
And my poor Soldiers tell me, yet ere Night
They il be in freſher Robes, or they will pluck
The gay new Coats o'er the French Soldiers Heads,
And turn them out of Service. If they do this,
And if God pleaſe they ſhall, my Ranſom then
Will ſoon be levied. .
Herald,
King HENRY V. 63
Herald, ſave thou thy labour;
Come thou no more for Ranſom, gentle Herald,
They ſhall have none, I ſwear, but theſe my Joints:
Which if they have, as I will leave em them,
Shall yield them little, tell the Conſtable.
Mon. I ſhall, King Harry: And ſo fare thee well.
Thou never ſhalt hear Herald any more. (Exit.
K. Henry. I fear thou wilt once more come again for a
Ranſom. |
Euter York ©
Nr. My Lord, moſt humbly on my Knee I beg
The leading of the Vaward. |
K. Henry. Take it, brave Tork.
Now Soldiers, march away;
And how thou pleaſeſt, God, diſpoſe the day. ¶ Exeunt.
Alarm. Excurſions. Enter Piſtol, French Soldier, and Bey.
Pift. Yield, Cur. | 5
Fr. Sol. Je penſe que vous eſtes le Gentill-home de bone
J 7 EE. wry
Piſt. Quality clamy cuſture me, Art thou a Gentleman?
What is thy Name? diſcuſs, BY
Fr, Sol. O Seigneur Dieu | 1
Piſt. O Signieur Dewe ſhould be a Gentleman: Perpend
my words, O Signieur Dewe, and mark: O Signieur
Dewe, thou dieſt on point of Fox, except, O Signie ur,
thou do give te me egregious Ranſomm. |
Fr. Sol. O prennet ni ſericorde, ayer pitie de moy.
Piſt. Moy ſhall not ſerve, I will have forty Moys; for
I will fetch thy rym out at thy Throat, in drops of Crim-
ſon Blood. DS |
Fr. Sol, EH-il impaſſible 4 eſthapper Ia force de ton bras?
Pit. Braſs, Cur? thou damned and Jagurious Moun-
tain Goat, offer'ſt me Braſs?
Fr. Sol. O pard nner moy.
Piſt. Say'ſt thou me ſo? is that a Ton of Moys ?
Lon hither, Boy, ask me this Slave in French, what is his
ws |
Boy. Eſcoute comment eſtes vcus appelle ?
Fr. Sol. Monſieur le Fer. |
Bcy, He ſays his Name is Mr, Fer
2
64 The LIFE ef
PI. Mr. Fer! Pil fer him, and ferk him, and ferret him;
Diſcuſs the ſame in French unto him. 5
F BY. do not krow the French for fer, and ferret, and
erk.
Piſt, Bid him Prepare for I will cut his Throat.
Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, Monſieur ?
Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous vous tenieg
Preſt, car ce ſoldat icy eſt diſpoſee tout a cette heure de couper
vaſtre gorge.
Pil. Owy, cuppele gorge parmafory peafant, unleſs
thou give me Crowns, brave Crowns, or mangled ſhalt
thou be by this my Sword. CS OL
Fr. Sol. O je vous ſupplie pour J amour de Dieu, me par-
donner, je ſuis Gentilhome de bonne maiſon, garde ma vie, &
Je vous d:nneray deux cents eſcus . 5
Pit. What are his words?
Bey. He prays you to ſave his Life, he is a Gentleman
of a good Houle, and for his Ranſom he will give you two
hundred Crowns. V |
Piſt. Tell him my Fury fhall abate, and I the Crowns
C 555 A
Fr. Sol. Petit Monſieur que dit- ii?
Boy. Encore qui left contre ſon Jurement, ds pardonner
aucun priſonnier : neant moins pour les h votet Jay pro-
mettes, il eſt content de vons donner la libertè de franchiſe,
Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux je voux donne milles remerci-
emens, je me eſtime heureux que je ſuis tombe entre les
mains dun Chevalier, je penſe, le plus brave, valiant, G
tres eſtimeè Signeur d Angleterre. eas
Pit. Expound unto me, Boy, 55 Bs
Bey. He gives you upon his knees a thouſand thanks, and
eſteems himſelf happy, that he hath fal'n into the hands of
one, as he thinks, the moſt brave, valorous, and thrice-
worthy Signeur of England. 5
Piſt. As I ſuck Blood, I will ſome Mercy ſhew. Fol-
low me. 5 |
Boy. Survez le grand Capitain.
I did never know ſo woful a Voice iſſue from ſo empty a
Heart; but the Song is true, the empty Veſſel makes the
greateſt ſound, Bardolph and Nm had ten times more 4
but Boys.
King HENRY V. 65
Jour than this roaring Devil ith” old Play, that every one
may pair his Nails with a wooden Dagger, and they are
both hang' d, and ſo would this be, if he durſt ſteal any
thing adventurouſly. I muſt ſtay with the Lackies, with
the luggage of our Camp, the French might have a good
Prey of us, if he knew of it, for there is none to * it
| Exit,
Enter Conſtable, Orleans, Bourbon, Dauphin and Ram-
Con. O Diable! | . [ bures.
O la. O Signeur ! le jour eſt perdu, toute eſt perdu.
Dau. M.rt de ma vie, all is confounded, all,
Repreach, and everlaſting ſhame 8
Sits mocking in our Plumes. [Abort Alarm.
0 me ſchante Fortune, do not run away.
Con. Why, all our Ranks are broke.
Dau. O perdurable ſhame, let's ſtab our ſelves:
Be theſe the Wretches that we play d at dĩce for?
Orl. Is this the K ing we ſent to for his Ranſom?
Bour. Shame, and eternal ſname, nothing but ſname!
Let us fly in once more back again,
And he that will not follow Bcurbon now,
Let him go hence, and with his Cap in hand,
Like a baſe Pander, hold the Chamber-door,
Whilft by a baſe Slave no gentler than my Dog,
His faireſt Daughter is contaminated. .
con. Diſorder, that hath ſpoil'd us, Friend us now.
Let us on heaps go offer up our Lives.
0:1, We are a now yet living in the Field,
To ſmother up the Engliſh in our Throngs
If any order might be thought upon.
Hour. The Devil take Order now, I'll to the throng;
Let Life be ſhort, elſe ſhame will be too long. [| Exeunt.
Alarm. Enter the King and his Train, with Priſoners.
K. Henry, Well have we done, thrice valiant Countryman,
But all's Uot dong, yet keep the French in the Field.
Exe. The Duke of Prł commends him to your Majeſty.
Bi Henry. Lives he, good Uncle; thrice within this
cur | |
Iſaw him down? thrice up again, and fighting:
From Helmet to the Spur all Blood he was. i
5 ; Exe.
66 | The LIFE of
Exe. In which array, brave Soldier, doth he lye
Lard ing the Plain; and by his bloody lide, |
(Voak- fellow to his Honour-owing Wounds)
The Noble Earl of Suffolk alſo lyes.
Stffolk firſt dĩed, and Y.rk all hagled over
Comes to him, where in gore he lay inſteeped,
And takes him hy the Beard, kiſſes the gaſhes,
That bloodily did yawn upon his Face,
He eries aloud: Tarry, my Couſin Suffolk,
My Soul ſhall thine keep Company to Heaven:
Tarry, ſweet Soul, for mine, then fly a-breaſt 2.
As in this glorious and well-foughten Field
We kept together in our Chevalry. |
Upon theſe Words I came, and.cheer'd him up;
He ſmil'd me in the Face, caught me in his Hands.
And with a feeble gripe, ſays, dear my Lord, |
Commend my Service to my Soveraign z
So did he turn, and over Suſſoll's Neck
Tie threw his wounded Arm, and kiſt his Lips,
And ſo eſpous d to Death, with Blood he ſeal'd.
A Teſtament of Noble - ending Love: :
The pretty and {weet manner of it:forc'd ;
Thoſe Waters from me, which I would have ſtop d,
But J had not ſo much of Man in me, | |
And all my Mother came into mine Eyes,
And gave me up to Tears. |
K. Henry. I blame you not,
For hearing this I muſt perforce compound
With mixttul Eyes, or they will iſſue too.
But hark, what new Alarum is thisſame?
The French have re-inforc d their ſcatter d Men:
Then every Soldier kill his Priſoners.
Give the Word through.
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Enter Fluellen and Gower,
Flu
Ill the poyes and the luggage, tis exprefly a-
As gainſt the Law of Arms, tis as arrant a piece of
Knavery, mark you now, as can be offer'd in your Con-
{cience now, is it not? |
Gow. 'Tis certain there's not a boy leſt alive, and
the cowardly Raſcals that ran away from the Battle ha
done this Slaughter; beſides, they have burned and carried
away all that was in the King's Tent, wherefore the King
moſt worthily hath caus'd eyery Soldier to. cut his Pri-
ſoner's Throat. O 'tis a gallant King.
Flu, I, he was porn at Monmeth, Captain Gower ; what
2 you the Town's Name, where Alexander the pig was
orn? |
Gow. Alexander the Great,
Flu. Why I pray you, is not pig great? The pig, or
the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnani-
mous are all ane reckonings, ſaye- the phraſe is a little
variations. |
Gow. I think Alexander the Great was born in Mace-
den, his Father was called Philip of Macedon, as I take
it, | | |
Hu. I think it is in Macedon where Alexander is porn: I
tell you, Captain, if you look in the Maps of the Orld, I
warrant that you (all find in the compariſons between Ma-
ceden and Men mouth, that the Situations, look you, is both
alike, There is a River in Macedon, there is allo more-
over a River at Monmouth, it is called Vie at Monmouth ;
but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other
River, but tis all one, tis as like as my fingers to my fingers,
and there is Salmons in both. If you mark Alexander $Lite
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well, for there is Figures inall things. Alexander, God
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wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his diſpleaſure
and his indignations, and alſo being a little intoxicates in,
his prains, did in his Ales and his Angers,look you, kill his
beſt Friend Cltas. . _. "45 |
Gow. Our King is not like him in that, he never kilf'd
any of his Friends. | |
Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take the
Tales out of my Mouth, ere it is made and finiſhed. I ſpeak
but in the Figures, and Compatitons of it; as Alexander
kill'd his Friend Cytus, being in his Ales and his Cups, fo
alſo Harry Monmouth being in his right wits, and his good
Judgments, turn'd away the fat Knight with the great belly
Doublet; he was full ofjeſt, and gypes, and knayeries, and
mocks, I have forgot his Name,
Gow, Sir John Falſtaff. |
Flu, T hat is he: I'll tell you, there is good Men porn at
Menmouth. h
Gow, Here comes his Majeſty,
HAlarum, Enter King Harry and Bourbon with Priſoners, |
Lords and Attendants. Fleuriſh
K. Henry. I was not angry fince I came to France,
Untill this inſtant. Take a Trumpet, Herald,
Ride thou unto the Horſemen on yond Hill:
If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
Or void the Field; they do offend our fight,
If they'll do neither, we will come to them,
And make them sker away, as ſwift as ſtones.
Enforced from the old Aſſyrian Slings
Beſides, we'll cut the Throats of thoſe we have,
And not a Man of them that we ſhall take,
Shall taſte our Mercy. Go and tell them ſo.
WE Enter Mount joy.
Exe. Here comes the Herald of the French, my Liege.
Glo. His Eyes are humbler than they us'd to be.
K. Henry, How now, what means their Herald ?.
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That I have fin'd theſe Bones of mine for Ranſom ?
Com'ſt thou again for Ranſom ? |
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That we may wonder o'er this bloody Field,
To book our dead, and then to bury them:
To ſort our Nobles from our common Men;
For many of our Princes, woe the while,
Lyedrown'd and ſoak'd in mercenary Blood:
So do our vulgar drench their peaſant Limbs
In blood of Princes, and with wounded Steeds
Fret fet-lock deep in gore, and with wild rage
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead Maiters,
Killing them twice. O give us leave, great King,
| To view the Field in Safety, and diſpoſe
Of their dead Bodies,
EK. Henry. I tell thee truly, Herald,
I know not if the Day be ours or no,
For yet a many of your Horſemen peer,
And gallop o'er the Field.
Mount. The Day is yours.
K. Henry. Praiſed be God, and not our ſtrength for it :
What is this Caſtle call'd, that ſtands hard by?
Mount. They call it Agincourt,
K. Henry. Then call we this the Field of Agincourt.
Fought on the Day of Criſpin Criſpianus.
Flu. Y our Grandfather of famous Memory, an't pleaſe
| your Majeſty, and your great Uncle Edward the Plack
Prince of ales, as I have read in the Chronicles, fought
a moſt praye pattle here in France. |
K. Henry. They did, FJuellen,
Fla. Your Majeſty ſays very true: If your Majeſties is
remembred of it, the Velobmen did good ſervice in a Gar-
den where Leeks did grow, wearing Leeks in their Mon-
mouth Caps, which your Majeſty know to this hour is an
honourable Padge of the ſervice; and I do believe your Ma-
jeſty takes no ſcorn to waer the Leek upon St. Tavie's day.
K. Henry. I wear it for a memorable houour :
For I am Welch, you know, good Countryman.
Flu, All the Water in Wye cannot waſh your Majeſ-
ties Nelſb plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: God
pleſs, and preſerve it, as long as it pleaſes his Grace, and
his Majeſty too. |
K. Henry, Thanks, good Countryman. 1
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70 The LIFE of
Flu. By Jeihu, I am your Majeſty's Countryman, I care
not who know it: I will confeſs it to all the Orld, I need
not to be aſhamed of your Majeſty, praiſed be God, ſo long
as your Majelty is an honeſt May, | |
EK. Henry, God keep me ſo.
Enter William,
Our Heralds go with him, Fo
Bring me juſt notice of the Numbers dead
On both our parts. Call yonder Fellow hither.
Exe. Soldier, you muſt come to the King. |
K. Henry. Soldier why wear'ſt thou that glove in thy cap?
Vid. And't pleaſe your Majeſty, it is the Gage of one
that I ſhould fightwithal, if he be alive. | |
K. Henry. An Engliſhman ? 7
Will. An' t pleaſe your Majeſty, a Raſcal that ſwagger'd
with me laſt Night; who if alive, and ever dare to chil-
lenge this Glove, I have ſworn to take him a Box o'tl!
ear; or if I can fee my Glove in his Cap, which he ſwore
as he was a ſoldier he would wear, (if alive) I will ſtrike
it out ſoundly. N | — 8
K. Henry, What think you, Captain Flue llen, is it ft
this Soldier keep his Oath ? ge”
Flu. He is a Craven and a Villain elſe, and't pleaſe your
Majeſty, in my Conſcience, |
K. Henry. It may be, his Enemy is a Gentleman of great
Sort, quite from the Anſwer of his Degree. _ x
Flu. Though he be as good a Jentleman as the Devili
as Lucifer and Behebub himſelf; it is neceſſary, look jo
Grace, that he keep his Vow and his Oath : If he be per
Jur'd, fee you now, his Reputation is as arrant as a Villa
and a Jack ſawce, as ever his black ſhoo trod upon God
Ground, and his Earth, in my Conſcience, Law.
K. Henry. Then keep thy Vow, Sirrah, when thol
meet ſt the Fellow. | en |
Pill. So I will my Liege, as I live.
K. Henry. Who fery' it thou under?
Will, Under Captain Gower, my Liege.
Flu. Gower is a good Captain, and is good knowledg
and literatured in the Wars. Fe |
K. Henry, Call him hither tome; Soldier.
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Go yeu with me, Uncle of Exeter.
King HENRY V. 71
Nil. I will, my Liege.
K. Henry. Here FluelJen, wear thou this Favour for me,
and ſtick it in thy Cap; when Alanſon and my ſelf were
down together, I pluck'd this Glove from his Helm; if
any Man challenge this, he is a Friend to Alanſon, and an
Enemy to our Perſons; if thou encounter any ſuch, ap-
prehend him, and thou do'ſt me love.
Flu. Your Grace dbes me as great Honours, as can be
deſir d in the Hearts of His Subjects: I would fain ſee the
Man, that has but two Legs, that ſhall find himſelf aggriev d
at this Glove, that is all; but I would fain ſee it once, and
pleaſe God of his Grace that I might ſee.
K. Henry. Know it thou Gower ?
Flu. He is my dear Friend, and pleaſe you.
K.Henry,Pray thee go ſeek him, and bring him to my Tent.
Flu. I will fetch him. | [ Exit.
K. Henry, My Lord of /arwick, and my Brother Glo. ſter,
Follow Huellen cloſely at the Heels,
The Glove which I have given him for a Favour
May haply purchaſe him a Box o'th' Ear,
It is the Soldier's ; I by Bargain ſhould! b
Wear it my ſelf. Follow, good Couſin Warwzck:
I that the Soldier ſtrike him, as I judge
By this blunt bearing, he will keep his Word;
Some ſudden miſchief may ariſe of it: |
For I do. know Huellen valiant, .
And touch'd-with Choler hot as Gunpowder,
And quickly will return an Injury. DE,
Follow, and ſee there be no harm between them.
| Enter Gower and Williams.
Will. JI warrant it is to Knight you, Captain.
Enter Fluellen. | |
Flu. God's Will, and his Pleaſure, Captain, I beſeech
you now, come apace to the King: There is more good
toward you, perad venture, than is in your Knowledge to
dream of.
Will. Sir, know you this Glove? |
Flu. Know the Glove? I know the Glove is a Glove.
Mill. Iknow this, and thus I challenge it, [Strikes him,
X l 5 ©,
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[Exeunt.
72 The LIFE of
Hu. *Sbud, an arrant Traitor as any's in the Univerſal
World, in France, or in England. 5
- Gower, How now, Sir? you Villain. ;
Vill. Do you think F1l-be forſworn?
Flies. Stand away, Captain Gower, I will give Treafon his \
payment into Plows, I warrant you. {
Vill. lam no Traitor. : h
Flu. That's a Lie in thy Throat. I charge you in his t
Majeſty's Name apprehend him, he's a Friend of the Duke
Aanſon s. 5 1 J
Enter Warwick and Glouceſter. A
Mar. How now, how new, what's the matter? 70
Flu. My Lord of Warwick, here is, praiſed be God for A
it, a moſt contagious Treaſon come to light, look you, as |
you ſhall deſire in a Summer's Day. Here is his Majeſty, m
Enter King Henry and Exeter. pe
K. Henry. How now, what's the matter?! v6
Flu. My Liege, here is a Villain and a Traitor, that D.
look your Grace, has ſtruck the Glove which your Ma-
jeſty is take out of the Helmet of Ilanſon.
Will. My Liege, this was my Glove, here is the Felloy wt
of it; and he that I gave it to in change, promis d to wear b
it in his Cap; I promis d to ſtrike him, it he did, I met this wy
Man with my Glove in his Cap, and I have been as good FO
as my Word, | „
} Flu. Your Majeſty hear now, ſaving your Majeſt)“s :
Manhood, what an arrant, raſcally, beggarly, lowſie Knave f
it is, I hope your Majeſty is pear me Teſtimony and Wit #
neſs, and will avouchment, that this is the Glove of 4- | ©
Jenſon, that your Majeſty is give me, in your conſcience 8.
NOW. | : | \
K. Henry, Give me thy Glove, Soldier; Ful
8 Look, here is the fellow of it. 3
Iuas I indeed thou promiſedſt to ſtrike, | Thy
* And thou haſt given me moſt bitter terms. And
Flu. And pleaſe your Majeſty, let his Neck anſwer ſor One
it, if there is any Marſhal Law in the World. Off
K. Henry. How canſt thou make me SatisfaRion ? Eig!
Wil. All Offences, my Lord, come from the Heart; ne fie
ver came any from mine, that might offend your Majeſty 81
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King HENRY V. 3
K. Heu. It was our ſelf thou didſt abuſe.
Nil. Your Majeſty came not like yourſelf ? you
appeared to me but as a common Man; Witneſs
the Night, your Garments, your Lowlinefs : and
what your Highneſs ſuffer'd under that Shape, I be-
leech you take it for your Fault, and not mine; for
had you been as I took you for, I made no Offence 3
therefore I beſeech your Highneſs pardon me,
K. Hen. Here, Uncle Exeter, fill this Glove with
And give it to this Fellow. Keep it Fellow, (Crowns,
And wear it for an Honour in thy Cap,
Till I do challenge it. Give him the Crowns: |
And, Captain, you muſt needs be Friends with him.
Flu. By this Day, and this Light, the Fellow has
mettle enough in his Body; hold, there is Twelve=
pence for you,and I pray you to ſerye God,and keep
you out of Prawls and Prabbles, and Quarrels and
Diſſentions, and Iwarrant you it is the better for you.
Mill. J will none of your Money. .
Flu. It is with a good Will; I can tell you ir
will ſerve you to mend your Shoos; come,wherefore
ſhould you be ſo paſhful ; your Shoos is not fo good ?
tis a good Silling I warrant you, or I will change it.
| Enter Herald. |
K. Hen. Now Herald, are the dead numbred?
Her. Here is the number of the ſlaughter'd French.
K.Hea.WhatPriſoners of good ſort are taken, Uncle?
Exe. Charles Duke of Orleans, Nephew to the King;
Jh Duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bonnchiquald :
Of other Lords and Barons, Knights and Squires,
Full fifteen hundred, beſides common Men.
K. Hen. This Note doth tell me of ten thouſand hu
That in the Field lye ſlain of Princes in this number.
And Nobles bearing Banners, there lye dead
One hundred twenty ſix; added to theſe,
Of Knights, Eſquires, and gallant Gentlemen,
Eight thouſand and four hundred: of the which,
Five hundred were but yeſterday dabb'd Knights;
57 that in rheſe ten thouſand rhey have loſt,
There are bur fixteen hundred Mercenaries:
the refl-are Princes, Barons, Lords,Knights,Squires,
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And Gentlemen of Blood and Quality.
The Names of thoſe their Nobles that lye dead:
Charles Delabreth, High Conſtable of France,
Jaques of Chatilion, Admiral of France,
The Maſter of the Croſs-Bows, Lord Rambures,
Great Maſter of Fauce, the brave Sir Guichard Dauphin
Jobn Duke of Alenfon, Anthonio Duke of Brabant,
The Brother to the Duke of Burgunay,
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And Edward Duke of Barr: Of luſty Earls,
Grandpree and Rouſſie, Fuulconriage and Foyes, WI
Beaumont and Marle, Jandemont and Leſlrale. 5 But
Here was a Fellowſhip of Death. To
Where is the Number of our Exgliſb dead?
Edward the Duke of York, the Earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam Eſquire ;
None elſe of Name: and of all other Men,
But five and twenty.
O God thy Arm was here :
And not to us, but to thy Arm alone,
Afcribe we all. When, without Stratagem,
But in plain Shock, and even Play of Battle,
Was ever known fo 4 eat and little Loſs ?
On one part and on th'other, take ir, God,
For it is none's, but thine.
Exe. Tis wonderful.
K. Hen. Come, go we in Proceſſion to the Village: Bei
And be it Death proclaimed through our Hoſt, | Ge
To boaſt of this, or take that Praiſe from God, | Q 1
Which is his only. Wo
Fly. Ts it not lawful, and pleaſe your Majeſty, to Ho
tell how many is kill'd? | The
K. Hen. Ves, Captain; but with this Acknowledg- 1
ment, | | | : Wit
That God fought for us. 8
Hu. Ves, my Conſcience, he did us great Good. 1
K. Hen Do we all holy Rights; | bw
Let there be ſung Non nobis, and Te Deum. de”
The dead with Charity enclos'd in Clay: Brit
And then to Calais, and to England then, 7
Where ne'er from France arrived more happy Men. To
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King HENRY V. 75
AGT v. SCENE I.
Euter Chorus.
T Ouchſafe to thoſe that have not read the Story,
V That I may promp them]; and of ſuch as have,
I humbly pray them to admit tht Excuſe
Of Time, of Numbers, and due Courſe of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper Life,
But here preſented. Now we bear the King |
Toward Calais: Grant him there; and there being
ſeen, |
Heave him away upon you winged Thoughts, ,
Athwart the Sea: Behold the Engliſh Beach +
Pales in the Flood, wath Men, with Wives, and Boys, 4
Whoſe Shouts and Claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd q
Which like a mighty Whiffler fore the King, (Sea.
Seems to prepare his way ; ſo let him land,
And ſolemnly ſee him ſet on to London.
So ſwift a Pace hath Thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Black-heath :
Where that his Lords deſire him, to have born
His bruiſed Helmet, and his bended Sword
| Before him, through the City; he forbids it;
Being free from Vainneſs, and ſelf glorious Pride:
| Giving full Trophy, Signal, and Oſtent, :
Quite from himſelf ro God. But now behold, |
In the quick Forge and Working-houſe of Thought,
How London doth pour out her Citizens, e
The Mayor, and all his Brethren in beſt ſort,
> Like to the Senators of th'antique Rome,
With the Plibei ans ſwarming at their Heels,
| Go forth and fetch their conqu'ring Cæſar in:
As by a lower, but loving Likelihood,
Were now the General of our gracious Empreſs,
As in good time he may, from Treland coming,
Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword ;
How many would the peaceful City quit,
ee nts no ag aac
5 To welcome him? much more, and much more cauſe
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him.
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As yet the Lamentation of the French
Invites the King of England's Stay at home :
The Emperor's coming in behalf of France,
To order Peace between them ; and omit
All the Occurrences, whatever chanc'd,
Till Harry's back Return again to Fance:
There muſt we bring him, and myſelf have play'd
The interim, by remembring you *tis paſt.
Then brook Abridgment, and your Eyes advance,
After your Thoughts, ſtrait back again to France. Ex.
Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your
Leek to-day ? St. David's Day is paſt. :
Flu. There is Occaſions and Cauſes why, and
wherefore in all things; I will tell you aſſe a
Friend, Captain Gower ; the raſcally, ſcauld, beggar-
ly, loufie, pragging Knave, Piſtol, which you, and
your ſelf, and all the World know to be no petter
than a Fellow, look you now, of no Merits ; he is
come to me, and prings me Pread and Salt yeſterday,
look you, and bid me eat my Leek ; it was ina
Place were I could not breed no Contention with
him; but I will be ſo pold as to wear it in my Cap,
til! I ſee him once again, and then I will tell him a
ittle Piece of my Deſires.
| Enter Piſtol. |
Gow. Why, here he comes, ſwelling like a Turkey-
Cock. RW
Flu, Tis no matter for his ſwelling, nor his Turkey
oo
God pleſſe you aunchient Piſtol: you ſcurvy louſy
Knave, God pleſſe you. |
Piſt. Ha ! art thou Bedlam ? Doſt thou thirſt, baſe
Trojan, to have me fold up Parcas Fatal-web ?
Hence, Tam qualmiſh at the Smell of Leek. |
Fig. I peſeech you heartily, ſcurvy lowſy Knave, F
at my Deſires. and my Requeſts, and my Peritions, Þ:
to eat, look you, this Leek, becauſe, look you, you
do not love it, nor your Affection, and your Appe-
rites, and your Digeſtions does not agree with it;
would deſire you to eat it.
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Bf. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats.
Flu, There is one Goat for you. [Strikes him.
Will you be ſo good, ſcald Knave, ai eat it?
Piſt. Baſe Trojan, thou ſhalt die. |
Flu. Lou ſay very true, ſcald Knave, when God's
Will is: I will deſire you to live in the mean time,
and eat your Victuals; come, there is Sauce for it.
You call'd me yeſterday Mountain-Squire , but I
will make you to-day a Squire of low Degree. I
pray you fall to; if you can mock a Leek, you
can eat a Leek. „
Gow. Enough, Captain, you have aſtoniſh'd him.
Flu. J ſay, I will make him eat ſome part of
my Leek, or I will peat his Pate four Days: Pite,
I pray you, it 1s good for your green Wound, and
your ploody Coxcomb. |
Piſt. Muſt I bite? 3
Hu. Ves certainly and out of doubt, and out of
queſtion too. and ambiguities. =
Piſt. By this Leek, I will moſt horribly revenge;
I eat, and eat---- I ſwear----
Hu. Eat, I pray you, will you have ſome more
Sawce to your Leek : there is not enough Leek to
ſwear by. : |
Piſt Quiet thy Cudgel, thou doſt ſee I eat.
Fla. Much good do you, ſcald Knave, heartily. Nay
pray you throw none away, the Skin is good for your
proken Coxcomb : when you take occaſion to ſee
Leeks hereafter, I pray you mock at 'em, that's all.
Piſt. Good. 8
Flu. Ay, Leeks is good: hold you, there is a
Groat to heal your Pate.
Piſt. Me a Groat? | —
Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth you ſhall take it, or
I have another Leek in my Pocket, which you ſhall
eat. |
Piſt, I take thy Groat in earneſt of Revenge.
Flu. Tf I owe you any thing, I will pay you in Cud-
gels, you fhall be a Woodmonger, and buy nothing
of me but Cudgels : God pe wi' you, and keep you,
and heal your Pate. ¶ Exit.
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Pit. All Hell ſhall ſtir for this.
Gow, Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly Knave.
Will you mock at an ancient Tradition, began upon
an honourable Reſpe&, and worn as a memora ble
Trophy of predeceaſed Valour, and dare not avouch
in your Deeds any of your Words. I have ſeen you
oleeking and galling at this Gentleman twice or
thrice. You thought, becauſe he could not ſpeak
Engliſh in the native Garb, he could not therefore
handle an ErglibCudgel ? you find it otherwiſe, and
henceforth let a Welch Correction teach you a good
Engliſh Condition, fare ye well. [Exit.
Piſt. Doth Fortune play the Huſwife with me now?
News have I that my Dol is dead 1'th' Spittle, of |
Malady of France, and there my Rendezvous is quite
cut off: Old I do wax, and from my weary Limbs
Honour is cudgell'd. Well, Bawd, Ill turn, and
ſomething learn to cut-purſe of quick Hand :
To England will I ſteal, and there III ſteal ;
And Patches will IT get unto theſe cudgel'd Scars,
And ſwore I got them in the Gaia Wars. [Exit
Enter at one Door King Henry,Exeter,Bedford, Warwick,
and other Lords : at another, the French King, Queen
Iſabel, the Duke of Burgundy. and other French.
K. Hen. Peace to this Meeting; wherefore are we
Unto our Brother France, and to our Siſter, (met:
Health and fair time of Day ; Joy and good Wiſhes
To our moſt fair and Princely Couſin Katharine;
And as a Branch and Member of this Royalty,
By whom this great Aſſembly is contriv'd,
We do ſalute you Duke of Burgundy. |
And Princes French and Peers, Health to you all.
Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold your Facce
Moſt worthy Brother England, fairly met.
So are you Princes Engliſh, every one.
2. Iſs. So happy be the Iſſue, Brother England,
Of this good Day, and of this gracious Meeting,
As we are no glad to behold your Eyes:
Your Eyes, which hitherto have born in them
Againſt the French, that met them in their Bent,
The fata! Balls of murthering Baſilisks :
A 6 C4 HEX 457g
The IN
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King HEN N v V. 79
The Venom of ſuch Looks we fairly hope
Have Joſt their Quality, and that this Day
on | Shall change all Griefs and Quarrels into Love.
le k. Hen. To cry Amen to that, thus we appear.
ch 2. Iſa. You Engliſh Princes all, Ido ſalute you.
ou Burg. My Duty to you both, and equal Love;
ga Great Kings of France and England. That I have la-
ak bour'd = |
re With all my Wits, my Pains, and ſtrong Endeayours,
nd To bring your moſt Tmperial Majeſties |
0d * Unto this Bar and Royal Interview,
7K Your Mightineſſes on both parts beſt can Witneſs.
V? Since my Office hath ſo far prevail'd, |
0-1 That Face to Face, and Royal Eye to Eye,
te You have congreeted let it nor diſgrace me,
bs If I demand before this Royal View,
d What Rub, or what Impediment there is,
Why that the naked, poor and mangled Peace,
Dear Nurſe of Arts, Plenties, and joyful Births,
Should not, in this beſt Garden of the World,
Our fertile France, put up her lovely Viſage ?
Alas! ſhe hath from France too long been chaſed,
And all her Husbandry doth lie in Heaps,
FF Corrupting in its own Fertility.
"© Her Vine, the merry Chearer of the Heart,
Unprun'd dies : her Hedges even pleach'd,
Like Priſoners wildly overgrown with Hair,
Put forth diſorder'd Twigs : Her fallow Leas,
The Darnel, Hemlock, and rank Fumitory, 1
Doth root upon, while that the Culter ruſts, |
That ſhould deracinate ſuch Savagery : f
The even Mead, that erſt brought ſweetly forth ö
gi The freckled Cowflip, Burnet, and green Clover. 5
Wanting the Scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by Idleneſs, and nothing teems, |
But hateful Docks, rough Thiſtles, Keckſies, Burs,
Loſing both Beauty and Utility; |
And all our Vineyards, Fallows, Meads and Hedges,
De fective in their Natures, grow to Wildneſs.
Even ſo our Houſes, and ourielves, and Children,
| Have loſt, or do not learn, for want of time,
—— green
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fo The LIFE of
The Sciences that ſhould become our Country ;
But grow like Savages, (as Soldiers will,
That nothing do but mediate on Blood)
To Swearing, and ſtern Looks, diffus'd Attire,
And every thing that ſeems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former Favour,
You are aſſembled 3 and my Speech intrears,
That I may know the Let, why gentle Peace
Should not expel theſe Inconven'excies,
And bleſs us with her former Qualities,
K. Hen. If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the Peace,
Whoſe Wart gives Growth to th' Imperfections
Which you have cited; you muft buy that Peace,
With full accord to all our juſt Demands,
Whoſe Tenures and particular Effects,
You have enſchedul'd briefly in your Hands.
Burg. The King hath heard them; to the which, as
There is no Anfwer made. (yer,
K. Hen. Well then; the Peace, which you before
| Lyes in his Anſwer. __ (fourg'd,
Fr. King. J have but with a curſolary Eye
Oer-glance the Articles: Pleaſeth your Grace,
To appoint ſome of your Council preſently
To fit with us, once more with better heed
To re-ſurvey them: we will ſuddenly
Paſs our Accept aud peremptory Anſwer.
K. Hen. Brother, we ſhall. Go, Uncle Exeter,
And Brother Clarence, and Brother Glouceſter,
Warwick and Huntingdon, go with the King,
And take with you free Power to ratifie,
Augment, or alter, as your Wiſdoms belt
Shall ſee advantageable for our Dignity,
Any thing in or out of our Demands,
And we will conſign thereunto. Will you, fair Siſter,
Go with the Princes, or ſtay here with us?
Q. Ja. Our gracious Brother, I will go with them:
Haply a Woman's Voice may do ſome good,
When Articles too nicely urg'd, be ſtood on.
She is our Capital Demand, compris'd
Within the Fore-rank of our Articles,
K. Hen. Yet leave our Couſin Katherine here with us,
Ning HENRY V. 81
Ila. She hath good leave. ]Exeunt,
Manent King Henry, Katherine and . Lady,
K. Hen. Fair Katherine, moſt fair,
Will you vouchſafe to teach a Soldier Terms,
Such as will enter ar a Lady's Ear,
And plead his Love-ſuit to her gentle Heart ?
Kath. Your Majeſty ſhall mock at me, I cannot
ſpeak your England. 5 | |
K. Hen. O fair Katherine, if you will love me ſound-
ly with your French Heart, I will be glad to hear
you confeſs it brokenly with your Engliſh Tongue.
Do you like me, Kate ? |
Kath. Pardonnez, moy, 1 cannot tell vat is like me.
K. Hen. An Angel is like you, Kate, and you are
lke an Angel. |
Kath. Que dit-il, que je ſuis ſemblable a les Anges ?
Lady. Od verament (ſauf veſtre Grace) ainſi dit-il.
K. Hu. I ſaid ſo, dear Katherine, and I muſt not
blaſh to affirm it. Fo: |
Kath. O bon Dieu les laugues des hommes ſont plein de
tromperl es. _ | |
K. Hen. What ſays ſhe, fair One, that Tongues of
Men are full of Deceits ? |
Lady. Ouy, dat de Tongues of de Mans is be full
of Deceits : dat is de Princeſs.
K. Hen. The Princeſs is the better Engliſh Woman :
i'faith Kate, my Wooing is fit for thy Underſtanding.
I am glad thou canſt ſpeak no better Engliſh, for if
thou could'ſt, thou would'ſt find me ſuch a plain
King, that thou would'ſt think, IJ had ſold my Farm
to buy my Crown. I know no ways to mince it in
Love, but direRly to ſay I love you: then if you
urge me farther, than to ſay, Do you in faith ? I
ſwear out my Suit: give me your Anſwer, i'faith
do, and fo clap Hands, and a Bargain; how ſay
you, Lady?
Kath. Sauf voſtre honneur, me underſtand well.
K. Hen. Marry, if you would put me to Verſes, or
to dance for your ſake, Kate, why you undid me ; for
the one, J have neither Words nor Meaſure ; and
for the orher, I haye no Strength in Meaſure, yet
a
82 De LIFE of
a reaſonahle Meaſure in Strength. If I could win a
Lady at Leap-frog, or by vaulting into my Saddle,
with my Armour on my Back; under the Cor recti-
on of Bragging be it ſpoken, I ſhould quickly leap
into a Wife : or if I might buffet for my Love, or
bound my Horſe for her Favours, I could lay on
like a Butcher, and ſit like a Jack-an-Apes, never off.
But before God, Kare, T cannot look greenly, nor gaſp
out of my Eloquence, nor I have no cunning in Pro-
teſtation; only donwright Oaths, which I never uſe
"fill urg'd, nor never break for urging, If thou
canſt love a Fellow of this Temper, Kare, whoſe Face
is not worth Sun-burning ; that never looks in his
Glaſs, for love of any thing he ſees there; let thine
Eye be thy Cook. I ſpeak thee plain Soldier ; if thou
canſt love me for this, take me; if not, to ſay to
thee that I ſhall die, is true : but for thy Love, by
the Lord, No: yet J love thee too: And while thou
liv'ſt, dear Kate, take a Fellow of plain and uncoined
Gonſtancy, for he per force muſt do thee right, be-
cauſe he hath not the Gift to woo in other Places:
For theſe Fellows of infinite Tongue, that can rhime
themſelves into Ladies Favours, they do always rea-
ſon themſelves out again. What? a Speaker is but a
Prater, a Rhime is but a Ballad : a good Leg will
fall, a ſtrait Back will ſtoop, a black Beard will turn
white, a curl'd Pate will grow bald, a fair Face
will wither, a full Eye will wax hollow ; but a good
Heart, Kate, is the Sun and the Moon, or rather the
Sun, and not the Moon; for it ſhines bright, and
never changes, but keeps his Courſe truly. If thou
would'ſt have ſuch a one, take me: and take me,
take a Soldier : take a Soldier, take a King : And
what ſay'ſt thou then to my Love? ſpeak my Fair,
and fairly, I pray thee. (France:!
Kath. Is it poſſible dat T ſould love de Enemy of |
R. Har. No, is it not poſſible that you ſhould love the
- Enemy of France, Kate; but in loving me, you ſhould
love the Friend of France : for I love France ſo well,
that I will not part with a Village of it: Iwill have
it all mine; and Kate when France is mine, and Iam
yours;
King HENE EV. 83
ours; thenyours is France, and you are mine.
Kath. I cannot tell vhat is dat. 5
K. Hen. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French, which I
am ſure will hang upon my Tongue, like a new
married Wife about her Husband's Neck, hardly to
be ſhook off: Je quand ſur le poſſeſſion de France, & quand
vous aves le poſſeſſion de mo) (Let me ſee, what then?
Saint Dennis be my ſpeed) Donc voſtre eff France, &
vous eftes mienne, It is as eaſy for me, Kate, to con-
quer the Kingdom, as to ſpeak ſo much more French:
Iſhall never move thee in French, unleſs it be to
laugh at me. | |
Kath. Sauf voſtre honneur, le Francois que vous parlex,
iT eft mulicr quel Anglois le quel je parle.
K. Hen. No faith is't not, Kate; but thy ſpeaking
of my Tongue, and J thine, moſt truly falſſy, mult
needs be granted to be much at one. But, Kate, doſt
thou underſtand thus much Engliſh ? Can'ſt thou love
Kath, T cannot tell. | Nos >, (me?
K. Hen. Can any of your Neighbours tell, Kate? T'll
ask them. Come, I know thou loveſt me; and at
Night, when you come into your Cloſer, you'll que ſ-
tion this Gentle woman about me; and I know, Kate,
you will to her diſpraiſe thoſe Parts in me, that you
love with your Heat; but, good Kate, mock me
mercifully, the rather, gentle Princeſs, becauſe I
love thee cruelly. If ever thou beeſt mine, Kare, as
J have ſaving Faith within me tells me, thou ſhalt ;
| get thee with ſcambling, and thou muſt therefore
needs prove a good Soldier-breeder : Shall nat thay
and I between St. Dennis and St. George, compound a
Boy, half French, balf Engliſh, hat ſhall go to Con-
fantinople, and take the Junk by the Beard. Shall we
not? what. ſay'ſt thou, my fair Flower-de-Luce ?
Kath. T do not know dar. |
K. Hen. No; 'tis hereafter to know, but now to
promiſe 3 do but now promiſe, Kate, you will endea-
vour for your French part of ſuch a Boy; and for
my Engliſh Moiery, take the Word of a King, and a
Batchelor. How anſwer you, © La plus belle Kathe-
* rine du monde mon tres chere & divine deeſle.
Kath.
84 The LIFE &
Kath. Your Majeſtee ave fauſe Frenche enough to
deceive de moſt ſage Damoiſel dat is en France.
K. Hen. Now fie upon my falſe French; by mine
Honour, in true Engliſh, I love thee, Kate; by which
Honour I dare not ſwear thou loveſt me, yet my
Blood begins to flatter me, that thou do'ſt notwith-
ſtanding the poor and untempering Effect of my Vi-
ſage. Now beſhrew my Father's Ambition, he was
thinking of Civil Wars, when he got me, therefore
was [I created with a ſtubborn Outſide, with an Af.
pect of Iron, that when I come to woo Ladies, I
friglit them; but in faith, Kate, the elder I wax,
the better I ſhall appear My Comfort is, that Old
Age, that ill Layer up of Beauty, can do no more
_ Spoil upon my Face. Thou haſt me, if thou haſt me,
at the worſt; and thou ſhalt wear me, if thou wear
me better and better ; and therefore tell me, moſt
fair Katherine, will you have me? Put off your Mai-
den Bluſhes, avouch the. Thoughts of your Heart
with the Looks of an Empreſs, take me by the hand,
and fay, Harry of England, Jam thine ; which Word
thou ſhalt no ſooner bleſs mine Ear withal, but I will
tell thee aloud, England is thine, {reland is thine,
France is thine, and Henry Plantagenet is thine 3 who,
tho' T ſpeak it before his Face, if he be not Fellow
with the beſt King, thou ſhalr find the beſt King of
Good-fellows. Come, your Anfwer in broken Mu-
lick ; for thy Voice is Mufick, and thy Engliſh bro-
ken: Therefore Queen of all, Katherine, break thy
Mind to me in broken Engliſh, wilt thou have me ?
Kath. Dat is as it ſhall pleaſe le Roy mon pere.
K. Hen. Nay, it will pleaſe him well, Kare, it ſhall
pleaſe him, Kate.
Kath. Den it ſhall alſo content me.
K., Hen. Upon that I kiſs your Hand, and I call you
my Queen. |
Kath. Laiſſex mon Seigneur, Iaiſſez,, Iaiſſex, may ſoy :
Fe ne veus point que vous abbaiſſez voſtre grandeur, en baiſant
le main d'une voſtre, Seigneur, indignie ſerviteur, excuſc%
moy. Fe vous ſupplie mon tres-puiſſant Seigneur.
K. Hen. Then I will kiſs your Lips, Kate. Kath
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Kath. Les Dames and Damoiſels pour eſtre baſeee devant
leur nopces il we't pas Is Coutume de France. |
K. Hen. Madam, my Interpreter, what ſays ſhe ?
Lady. Dat it is not be de faſhion pour le Ladies of
France; I cannot tell what is bulſſe en Engliſh.
K. Hen. To kiſs. -
Lady. Your Majeſty entendre bettre que moy.
K. Hen. Is it not a faſhion for the Maids in France
to kiſs before they are married, would ſhe ſay'?
Lady. Oy verayment.
K. Hen. O Kate, nice Cuſtoms curt'ſie to great Kings.
Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confin'd within the
weak Liſt of a Country's faſhion; we are the Makers
of Manners, Kate; and the Liberty that follows our
Places, ſtops the Mouth of all Find-faults, as I will
do yours, for the upholding the nice Faſhion of your
Country, in denying me a Kiſs ; therefore patiently,
and yielding. [ing her] You have Witchcraft in your
Lips, Kate; there is more Eloquence in a Sugar-
touch of them, than in the Tongues of the French
Council : and they ſhould ſooner perſuade Harry of
England, than a general Petition of Monarchs, Here
comes your Father. |
Enter the French Power, and the Engliſh Lords.
Burg. God ſave your Majeſty, my Royal Couſin,
teach you our Princeſs Engliſh ? 1
K. Hen I would have her learn, my fair Couſin, how
perfectly I love her, and that is good Engliſh.
Burg. Is ſhe apt? | |
K. Hen. Our Tongue is rough, Coz, and my Condi-
tion is not ſmooth 3; ſo that having neither the Voice
nor the Heart of Hatred about me, I cannot ſo con-
jure up the Spirit of Love in her, that he will ap-
pear in his true likeneſs, | —
Burg. Pardon the Frankneſs of my Mirth, if I an-
ſwer for that. If you would conjure in her, you
muſt make a Circle : if conjure up Love in her in
his true likeneſs, he muſt appear naked and blind.
Can you blame her then, being a Maid, yet ros'd o-
ver with the Virgin Crimſon oft Modeſty, if ſhe de-
ay the Appearance of a naked blind Boy, in her na-
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ked ſeeing ſelf It were, my Lord, a hard Condi.
tion for a Maid to conſign to.
K. Hen. Vet do they wink and yield as Love is blind
and enforces. | | |
Burg. They are then excus'd, my Lord, when they |
ſee not what they do.
K. Hen. Then, good my Lord; teach your Couſin
to conſent to winking. ; |
Burg. Iwill wink on her to conſent, my Lord, if
you will teach her to know my Meaning ; Maids
well ſummer'd, and warm kepr, are like Flies at
Bartholomew-T yde, blind, though they have their
Eyes, and then they will endure handling, which
before would not abide looking on. |
K. Hen. This Moral ties me over to time, and a hot
Summer; and fo I ſhall catch the Flie, your Couſin, |
in the latter End, and ſhe muſt be blind roo.
Burg. As Eove is, myLord, before it loves.
K. Hen. It is ſo; and you may, ſome of you,
thank Love for my Blindneſs, who cannot ſee many
a fair French City for one fair French Maid, that
ſtands in my way. | .
Fr. king. Yes my Lord, you ſee them perſpectively;
the Cities turn'd into a Maid; for they are all gird-
led with Maiden Walls, that War hath never entred.
K. Hen. Shall Kare be my Wife ? |
Fr. King. So pleaſe you.
K. Hen. J am content, ſo the Maiden Cities you talk
of may wait on her; ſo the Maid that ſtood in the
way for my With, ſhall ſhew me the way to my Will.
Fr. King. We have conſented to all terms of reaſon.
K. Hen. Is't ſo, my Lords of England?
IW:#. The King hath granted every Article:
His Daughter firſt ? and then in ſequel all,
According to their firm propoſed Nature.
Exe. Only he hath not yet ſubſcribed this:
Where your Majeſty demands, That the King of
France having occaſion to write for matter of Granr,
ſhall name your Highneſs in this form, and with this
Addition in French: Noſtre tres cher filz Henry
* Roy d' Angleterre, Heretier de France;“ and thus
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King HENRY V. 7 87
in Latin: Præclariſſimus Filius noſter Henricus
% Rex Angliæ & Heres Franciæ.
Fr. King. Nor this I have not, Brother, fo deny'd
But your Requeſt ſhall make me let it paſs. *
K. Hen. I pray you then, in Love and dear Alliance,
Let that one Article rank with the reſt,
And thereupon give me your Daughter.
Fr. King. Take her, fair Son, and from her Blood
.__ raiſe up | 8
Iſſue to me, that the contending Kingdoms
of France and England, whoſe very Shoars look pale,
With Envy of each others Happineſs,
May ceaſe their Hatred; and this dear Conj unction
Plant Neighbourhood and Chriſtian-like Accord
In their ſweet Boſoms ; that never War advance
His bleeding Sword 'twixt England and fair France.
Lords, Amen. |
K. Hen. Now welcome, Kate; and bear me witneſs all,
That here I kiſs her, as my Sovereign Queen. fouriſh.
Q. Ja. God, the beſt Maker of all Marriages, -
Combine your Hearts in one, your Realms inOne,
As Man and Wife being two, are cne in love
So be there 'rwixt your Kingdoms ſuch a Spouſal
That never may ill Office, or fell Jealouſie,
Which troubles oft the Bed of bleſſed Marriage,
Thruſt in between the Paſſion of theſe Kingdoms,
To make divorce of their incorporate League :
That Engliſh may as French, French Englithmen,
Receive sach other. God ſpeak this Amen.
Al. Amen.
K. H. Prepare we for our Marriage; on which Day,
My Lord of Burgundy we'll take your Oath,
And all the Peers, for ſurety of our Leagues.
Then ſhall I ſwear to Kate, and you to me,
And may our Oaths well kept and proſp'rons be. [Ev.
Sonnet. Euter Chorus.
Thus far with rough and all-unable Pen,
Our bending Author hath purſu'd the Story,
In little Room. confining mighty Men,
Mangling by ſtarts the full Courſe of their Glory.
Small time, but in that ſmall, moſt greatly lived,
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And of it left his Son Imperial Lord. |
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Of France and England, did this King ſucceed :
Whoſe State fo many had the managing,
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Which oft our Stage hath ſhown ; and for her fake,
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Lucius,
Lucullus,
Apemantus, à churliſb Philofopher.
Sempronius, another flattering Lord.
Alcibiades, an Athenian Gereral.
Flavius, Steabard to Timon.
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Lucilius, -
Servilius,
Caphis,
Varro,
Philo,
Titus,
Lucius,
Hortenſius,
T IMON, 4 Noble Athenian.
Cupid and Malers.
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Timandra,
Thieves, Saane Poet, 3 ee, Mercer and
Dramatis Perſonæ.
Timon's Serwants.
Ventidius, one Timon” s falſe Friends,
[: Mipreſſes to Alcibiades.
Taue flattering Lords.
Several Servants to Uſurers,
Merchant; with divers Servants and Attendants.
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D Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows.
Poet. Ay, that's well known.
But what particular Rarity 2 What ſo ſtrange,
Magick of Bounty, all theſe Spirits, thy Power
Hath conjur'd to attend.
{ know the Merchant.
Pain, J know them both, th' other's a Jeweller.
Mer. O' tis a worthy Lord. |
Jew, Nay, that's moſt fixt. |
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6 TIMON f Arx ens.
Mer. A moſt incomparable Man, breath'd as it wen
To an untirable and con timmate Goodnefs :
He paſſes ——
_ Few. I have a Jewel ork,
Mer. O pray let's ſee't. For the Lord Timon, Sir 1 ?
Few. If he will touch the Eſtimate, but for that
Paet.. When we for recompence have prais'd the vill,
It ſtains the Glory in that happy Verſe,
Which-aptly ſings the Good.
Mer. Tis a good Form.“
Few. And rich; here is a Water, look ye.
Pain. You are rapt, Sir, in ſome Work, ſome Ded.
cation to the great Lord.
Poet. A thing ſlipt idly from me.
Our Poeſie is as a Gown, which uſes
From whence 'tis nouriſht : The fire i“ th' Flint
Shews not till it be ſtruck : Our gentle Flame
Provokes itſelf, and like the current flies
Each bound it chaſes. What have you there?
Pain. A Picture, Sir: When comes your Book forth!
Poet. Upon the Heels of my Preſentment, Sir,
Let's fee your Piece.
Pain. "Tis a good Piece.
Poet. So tis, this comes off well and excellent,
Pain, Indifferent.
Poet. Admirable ! How this Grace
Speaks his own ſtanding ; what a mental Power
This Eye ſhoots forth? How big Imagination
Moves in this Lip; to th dumbneſs of the Geſture,
One might interpret.
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the Life:
Here is a touch Is't good ?
Poet. I will fay of it,
It tutors Nature, artificial Strife
Lives in theſe touches livelier than Life.
Euter certain Senators.
Pain. How this Lord is followed !
Poet. 'The Senators of Athens, happy Men,
Pain, Look, more.
Poet. You ſeethis en this great Flood of Viſitor
J have, in this rough Work, ſhap'd out a Man.
Whom this beneath World doth embrace and hug
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TIMON of ATHENS.
With ampleſt Entertainment : My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itſelf
In a wide Sea of Wax, no levelPd Malice
Infects one Comma in the Courſe J hold,
But flies an Eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Lear ing no Tract behind. | | ;
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Poet. I will unbolt to you.
You ſee how all Conditions, how all Minds,
As well of glib and ſtipp'ry Creatures, as
Of grave and auſtere Quality, tender down
Their Services to Lord Timm : His large Fortune,
Upon his good and gracious Nature hanging,
Subdues and property's to his Love and Tendance
All ſorts of Hearts; yea, from the glaſs-fac'd Flatterer
To Apemantus, that few things loves better
Than to abhor himſelf, even he drops down
The Knee before him, and returns in peace
Moſt rich in Timon's Nod.
Pain. I ſaw them ſpeak together.
Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleaſant Hill
Feign'd Fortune to be throng'd. The baſe o'th' Mount
Is rank'd with all Deſerts, all kind of Natures,
That labour on the Boſom of this Sphere,
To propagate their States; amongſt them all,
Whoſe Eyes are on this Sovereign Lady fixt,
One do I perſonate of Lord Jimon's Frame,
Whom Fortune with her Ivory Hand wafts to her,
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This Throne, this Fortune, and this Hill, methinks
With one Man beckn'd from the reſt below,
Bowing his Head againſt the ſteepy Mount,
To climb his Happineſs, would be well expreſt
In our Condition.
Poet. Nay, Sir, but hear me on:
All thoſe which were his Fellows but of late,
Some better than his Value; on the moment
Follow his Strides, his Lobbies fill with tendance,
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8 TIMON of AruhENs.
Make ſacred eyen his Stirrop, and through him
Drink the free Air.
Pain. Ay marry, what of theſe.?
Poer. When Fortune in her ſhift and change of Mood
Spurns down her late beloved ; all his Dependants
Which labour'd after him to the Mountain's Top,
een on their Knees and Hands, let him ſlip down,
Not one accompanying his declining Foot.
Pain. Tis common:
A thouſand moral Paintings I can ſliew,
That ſhall demonſtrate theſe quick blows of Fortune,
More pregnantly than Words. Yet you do well
To ſhew Lord Ton, that mean Eyes have ſeen |
The Foot above the Head.
- Trumpets ſound. Enter Lord Timon addreſſing himſelf
courteauſly to every Suitor.
Tim. Impriſoned is he, ſay you [To a Me enge,
Mef. Ay, my good Lord five Talents is his Debt,
His means moſt ſhort, his Creditors moſt ſtraight:
' Your honourable Letter he deſires
'To thoſe have ſhut him up, which Ny to him,
Periods his Comfort.
Tim. Noble Yentidius ! well —
Tam not of that Feather, to ſhake of
My Friend when he moſt needs me. Ido know kim
A Gentleman that well deſerves a help,
Which he ſhall have. Tl pay the Debt, and free him.
Meſ. Your Lordſhip ever binds him.
Fm, Commend me to him, I will ſend his Ranſom,
And being Enfranchized, bid him come to me;
Tis not enough to help the Feeble up,
But to ſupport him aſter. Fare you well. 1
Me. All Happineſs to your Honour. [Bait
Enter. an Old Athenian.
O. 4th. Lord Timon, hear me ſpeak.
Tim. Freely, good Father.
O. Ab. Thou haſt a Servant nam'd. Luceliue:
Tim. I have ſo: What of him?
O. 4:9. Moſt noble Timon, call the Man before thee.
Tim, Attends he here or no? Lutilins,
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Luc. Here, at your Lordſhip's Service.
O. 4th. This Fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy n
hy Night frequegts my Houſe. I am a Man
That from my firſt have been inclin'd to Thrift,
And my Eſtate deſerves an Heir more rais'd,
Than one which holds a Trencher.
Tim. Well: What further?
O. Ath. One only Daughter have I, no Kin elſe,
On whom I may confer what I have got :
The Maid is fair, o'th' youngeſt for a Bride,
And I have bred her at my deareſt coſt,
In Qualities of the beſt. This Man of thine
Attempts her Love : I pray thee, Noble Lord,
Join with me to forbid him her Reſort ;
Myſelf have ſpoke in vain,
Tim. The Man is honeſt.
O. 4th. Therefofe he will be, Tian,
His honeſty rewards him in itſelf,
It muſt not bear my Daughter,
Tim. Does ſhe love him?
O. 4th. She is young, and apt:
Our own precedent Paſſions do inſtinct us,
What levity's in Youth. - x
Tim. Love you the Maid?
Luc. Ay, my good Lord, and ſhe accepts of it.
O. Ath. $72 in her Marriage my. conſent be miſling,
J call the Gods to witneſs, I will chuſe
Mine Heir from forth the Beggars of the World,
And diſpoſſes her all.
Jim. How ſhall ſhe be endowed,
If ſhe be mated with an equal Huſband ?
O. 4th. Three Talents on the Preſent, in future all.
Jim. This Gentleman of mine hath ſerv'd me long;
To build his Fortune I will ftrain a little,
For *tis a Bond in Men. Give him thy Daughter: :
What you beſtow, in him I'll Counterpoiſe.
And make him weigh with her.
O. 4th. Moſt noble Lord,
Pawn me to this your Honour, ſhe is his,
Tim. My Hand to thee,
Mine Honour on my Promiſe.
10 TIM 0 N of ATHENS.
Luc. Humbly I thank your Lordſhip ; never may
That State or Fortune fall into my keeping,
Which is not owed to you. [ Exit.
Poet. Vouchfafe my Labour, | |
- And long live your Lordſhip.
Tim. I thank you, you ſhall hear from me anon:
Go not away. What have you there, my Friend ?
Pain. A piece of Painting, which I do beſeech
Your Lordſhip to accept.
Tim. Painting is welcome.
The Painting is almoſt the natural Man:
For ſince Diſhonour trafficks with Man's Nature,
He is but Out-fide : The Penſil'd Figures are
Even ſuch as they give out. I like your work,
And you ſhall find I like it : Wait Attendance
Till you hear further from me.
Pain. The Gods preſerve ye.
Tim. Well fare you Gentlemen ; Give me your Hand,
We muſt needs dine together : Sir, your Jewel
Hath ſuffered under Praiſe.
Few. What my Lord? diſpraiſe ?
Tim. A meer ſatiety of Commendations,
If I ſhould Pay you for't as tis extoll'd,
It would unclew me quite.
Few. My Lord, tis rated |
As thoſe which ſell would give: But you well know,
Things of like value differing in the Owners,
Are priz'd fo by their Maſters. Believe't, dear Lord,
You mend the Jewel by the wearing it,
Tim. Well mock'd.
Enter Apemantus.
Mer. No, my good Lord, he ſpeaks the common
Tongue, which all Men ſpeak with him.
Tim. Look who comes here, will you be chid?
Few, We'll bear with your Lordſhip.
Mer. He'll ſpare none.
Tim. Good morrow to the gentle Apemantus.
Apem. Till J be gentle, ſtay thou for thy good morrow,
When thou art Timon's Dog, and theſe Knaves honeſt.
Tim. Why doſt thou call them Knaves, thou know'li
them not ?
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Jim. Ves.
Aen. Then I repent not.
Few. You know me, Apemantus ? |
Apem. Thou know'ſt I do, I call'd thee by thy Name;
Im. Thou art Proud, Apemantus. |
Apem. Of nothing ſo much, as that I am not like Timon.
Jim. Whither art thou going?
Apem. To knock out an Honeſt *Atherian's Brains.
Tim. That's a Deed thou'lt die for.
Aßem. Right, if doing nothing be Death by the Law,
Jim. How lik'ſt thou this Picture, Afpemantus?
Apem. The beſt, for the Innocence.
Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it?
em. He wrought better that made the Painter, and
yet he's but a filthy piece of Work.
Pain. Ware a Dog.
Apem. Thy Mother's of my Generation: What's ſhe,
If I be a Dog?
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus?
Apem. No; I eat not Lords. |
Tim. And thou ſhould'ſt, thoud'ſt anger Ladies.
Apem. O, they eat Lords, ;
So they come by great Bellies.
Tim. That's a laſcivious Apprehenſion.
4pem. So thou apprehend'lt it.
Take it for thy Labour. a
Tim. How doſt thou like this Jewel, Apemantus?
Apem. Not ſo well as Plain-dealing, which wall. not
colt a Man a Doit.
Tim. What doſt thou think *tis worth?
Apem. Not worth my Thinking.
How now, Poet?
Poet. How now, Philoſopher ?
Apem. Thou lieſt.
Poet. Art thou one? 2
Apem. Yes.
Poet. Then TI lie not.
Apem. Art not a Poet ?
Poet. Yes.
£Apam. Then thou lieſt:
Look in thy laſt Work, where thou- haſt feign'd him a
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Poet. That's not feign'd, he is ſo.
Apem. Ves, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for
thy Labour. He that loves to be flattered is worthy o'th*
Flatterer. Heav'ns, that I were a Lord.
Tim, What would'ſ do then, Apemantus ?
Adem Ew'n as en. does now, hate a Lord with:
my Heart.
Tim. What, thyſelf?
Apem. Ay.
Tim. Wherefore ?*
Hem. That I had no angry Wit to be a Lord.
Art thou not a Merchant?
Mer. Ay, Apemantus. .
Aßpem. Fraffick confound thee, if the Gods will not.
Mer. If Traffick do it, the Gods do it.
Adem. Traffick's sthy God, and thy God W 0 thee;
Trumpet ſounds. Enter a Meſſenger.
im. What Trumpets that?
Meſ. Tis Alcibiades, and ſome twenty Horſe,
All of Companionſhip.
Tine: Pray entertain them, give them guide to us;
You muſt needs Dine with me*; Go not you hence
Till I have thankt you; and when Dinner's done
Shew. me this Piece. I am Joyful of your Sights.
Euter Alcibiades with the reſt.
Moſt welcome Sir. ;
Apem. So, ſo, their Aches contract, and ſtarre your
ſapple Joints: That there ſhould be ſmall Love amongſt
theſe ſweet Knaves and all this Courteſie- The ſtrain of
Man's bred out into Baboon and Monkey.
Alc. You have ſawd.my Longing, and, Ifeed
Moſt hungerly on your Sight.
Tim. Right welcome, Sir: |
Fer we depart, we'll ſhare a bounteous Time.
In different Pleaſures. Pray you let us in. [ Exeuni.
Manet Apemantus. Enter Lucius and Lucullus.
Luc. What Time a Day is't, . e as
Apem. Time to be Honeſt. . |
Lac. Thar Time ſerves ſtill. 5
Alem. Tue molt aecurſed thou that ſtill OTE it.
Tucull. Thou art going to Lord Timon's Feaſt:
Sem. Ay, toſee Meat ä and Wine heat wy
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Lucull. Fare thee well, fare thee well.
Adem. Thou ast a Fool to bid me Farewel twice.
Lucull, Why, Apemantus ?
mean to give thee none.
Luc. Hang thyſelf. |
Apem. No, } will do nothing at- thy bidding:
Make thy Requeſts to thy Eriend.
Lucull. Away unpeaceable Dog,
O I'll ſpurn thee hence.
Apem. No, I will fly, like a Dog, the Heels o'th Al
Luc. He's oppoſite to Humanity.
Come, ſhall we in, |
And taſte Lord Timon's Bounty? He outgoes
The very Heart of Kindneſs.
Lucull. He pours it out; Platus, the God of Gold,
Is but his Steward: No Need but he repays
Seven- fold above itſelf; no Gift to him,
But breeds the Giver a return, exceeding
All uſe of Quittance.
Luc. The nobleſt Mind he carries,
That ever govern'd Man.
Lucull. Long may he live in Fortunes: Shall x we in?
Luc. I'll keep you Company. [Excunt.
Huutboys Playing, Loud Mufick. A great Banquet ſerv d in;
and then enter Lord Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempro-
nius and other Athen ian Senators, 211th Ventidius. Then
comes "dropping after all, tg mares CY like
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Ven. Moft honoured Timon;
It hath pleas'd' the Gods to remember my. Father's 15
And call him to long Peace:
He is gone happy, and has left me rich.
Then as in grateful Virtue I am bound
To your free Heart, J do return thoſe Talents,
Doubled with Thanks and Service, from whoſe 545 2
Ideriv'd Liberty.
Zim. O by no means,
Huoneſt Ventidius: You miſtake my Love,
I gave it freely ever, and there's none
Can truly ſay he Sives, if he receives; |
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34 TIMON of ATnens,
If our Betters play at that Game, we muſt not dare
To imitate them. Faults that are Rich are Fair.
Fen. A Noble Spirit. |
Tm. Nay, my Lords, Ceremony was but devis'd at firit
To ſet a Gloſs on faint Deeds, hollow Welcomes,
Recanting Goodneſs, ſorry ere tis ſhown :
But where there is true Friendſhip there needs none.
Pray, fit, more welcome are ye to my Fortunes,
Than my Fortunes to me. [They fit doaun.
Luc. My Lord, we always have confeſt it.
Adem. Ho, ho, confeſt it ? Hang'd it? Have you not?
Zim. O Apemantus, you are welcome.
Apem. No: You ſhall not make me welcome.
T come to have thee thruſt me out of Doors.
Tim. Fie, th'art a Churl; ye have got a Humour there
Does not become a Man, *tis much to blame:
They fay, my Lords, [ra furor brevis eft,
But yond Man is ever angry.
Go, let him have a Table by himſelf :
For he does neither affect Company,
Nor is he ſit for't indeed.
Apem. Let me ſtay at thine Apperil, Timon:
1 come to obſerve, I give thee warning on't.
* Tim. I take no heed of thee; th'art an Athenian, there-
fore welcome, I myſelf would have no Power-—prethee
let my Meat make thee ſilent.
Apem. Iſcorn thy Meat, would choak me: For I ſhould
ne er flatter thee, O Gods! What a number of Men
eat Timon, and he fees em not? It grieves me to ſee ſo
many dip their Meat in one Man's Blood, and all the
Madneſs is, he cheers them up too.
F wonder Men dare truſt themſelves with Men.
Methinks they ſhould invite them without Knives,
Good for their Meat, and ſafer for their Lives. |
There's much Example for't, the Fellow that fits next
him-now, parts Bread with him, pledges the Breath of
him in a divided Draught, is the readieſt Man to kill
him. IT has. been proved. If I were a huge Man 1
ſhould fear to drink at Meals,
Leaſt they ſhould ſpy my Wind- pipe's dangerous Notes:
Great Men ſhould drink with Harneſs on their Fhroats.
Tim. My Lord in Heart ; ; and let the Health go round.
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Lucul. Let it flow this way, my good Lord. 1
em. Flow this way! A brave Fellow ! he keeps
his Tides well ; thoſe Healths will make theeand TO State
look ill, Timon.
Here's that which is too weak to be a Sinner,
Honeſt Water, which ne'er left Man i'th Mire:
This and my Food are equal, there's no odds;
Feaſts are too Proud to give Thanks to the Gods.
Apemantus's Grace.
Immortal Gods, I crave no Pelf; ©
I pray for no Man but myſelf ;
Grant I may never prove jo fond,
To truſt Man on his Oath or Bond:
Or a Harlot for her Weeping,
Or a Dog that ſeems a Sleeping,
Or a Keeper with my Freedom,
Or my Friends if 1 ſhould need em.
Amen. So fall tot:
Rich Men Sin, and I eat Noot.
Much good Dich thy good Heart, Apemantus.
Tim. Captain,
Alcibiades, your Heart's in the Field now.
Alc. My Heart is ever at your Service, my Lord.
Tim. You had rather be at a Breakfaſt of Enemies, than:
a Dinner of Friends.
Alc. So they were bleeding new, my Lord, there's no
Meat like em, I could wiſh my Friend at ſuch a Feaſt.
Apem. Would all theſe Flatterers were thine Enemies
then; that then thou might'{t ill'em, and bid me to em.
Luc. Might we but have the Happineſs, my Lord,
that you would once uſe our Hearts, whereby we might
expreſs ſome part of our Zeal, we ſhould think ourſelves
for ever perfect.
Tem. Oh no doubt, my good Friends, but the Gods
themſelves have provided that I ſhall have as much help
from you: How had you been my Friends elſe? Why
have you that charitable Title from thouſands ? Did not:
you chiefly belong to my Heart? ] have told more of you.
to myſelf, than you can with Modeſty ſpeak in your
own behalf, And thus far I confirm you. Oh Gods,
think
16 TIMON / Ar RENS.
think I, what need we have any Friends, if we ſhould
never have need of em? They were the moſt needleſs Crea-
tures living, ſhould we ne'er have uſe for them : And
would molt reſemble {ſweet Inftruments hung up in Caſes,
that keep their Sounds to themſelves. Why I have often
wiſht myſelf poorer, that I might come nearer to you:
We are born to do Benefits. And what better or properer
can we call our own, than the Riches of our Friends? ©
what a precious Comfort tis to have ſo many like Brothers
commanding one another's Fortunes! O Joy, &en made
away e'er't can be born; mine Eyes cannot hold Water,
methinks : To forget their Faults, I drink to you.
Atem Thou weep'ſt to make them drink, Timon.
Lucal. Joy had the hke Conception in our Eyes,
And at that inſtant like a Babe ſprung up.
Apem. Ho, ho! J laugh to think that Babe a Baſtard.
3 Lord. I promiſe you, my Lord, you mov'd me much.
Apem. Much. vs F |
| Sound Tucket. |
Tim. What means that Trump? How now?
x Enter . Servant. | |
Ser. Pleaſe you, my Lord, there are certain Ladies
Moſt defirous of Admittance. |
Tim. Ladies? What are their Wills?
Ser. There comes with them a fore- runner, my Lord,
Which bears that Office to ſigniſie their Pleaſures.
Aim. I pray let them be admitted.
. Enter Cupid with a Mask of Ladies.
Cu. Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all that of his
Hounties taſte ; The five beſt Senſes acknowledge theetheir
Patron, and come freely to Gratulate thy plenteous Boſom,
There taſte, touch, ail-pteasd from thy Table riſe:
Fhey only now come but to feaſt thine Eyes:
Frm. They re welcome all let em have kind admittance;
Mufick male their welcome, 1 —
Tuc. You ſee, my Lord; how amply you're bel d.
Hpent. Hoyday x s
What a ſweep of Vanity: comes this way!
They Dance, they are mad Women.
Eike Madneſs is the Glory of this Life, -
As this Pomp ſhews to a little Oyl and Root.
We make ourſelves, Fools, to diſport ourſelves, -
And
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And ſpent our flatteries,- to drink thoſe Men,
Upon whoſe Age we void it up again,
With poiſonous Spight and Envy.
Who lives, that's not depraved, or depraves ?
Who dies, that bears not one ſpurn to their Graves
Of their Friends Gift?
I ſhould fear, thoſe that dance before me now,
Would one Day ſtamp upon me: I has been done;
Men ſhut their Doors againſt a ſetting Sun.
The Lords riſe from Table, with much adoring of Timon, and
to ſhew their Loves, each Angle out. an Amazon, and all
Dance, Men with Women, . a hfty 1 or two ro the
Hautboys, and ceaſe.
Tim. You have done our Pleaſures, .
Much Grace, fair Ladies,
Set a fair faſhion on our Entertainment,
Which was not half ſo beautiful and kind:
You have added worth unto't, and lively Luſtre, 0
And entertain'd me with mine own Device.
Lam to thank you for it.
Luc. My Lord, you take us even at the beſt.
Adem. Faith for the worſt is filthy, and would not hold
taking, I doubt me.
Tim. Ladies, there is an idle Banquet attends you.
Pleaſe you to diſpoſe yourſelves. .
All. La. Moſt . my Lord. Exeunt.
Tim. Flavius. | |
Flav. My Lord.
Tim, The little Casket bring me hither.
Fav. Ves, my Lord. More Jewels yet?
There is no croſſing him 1 in's humour,
Elſe I ſhould tell him well faith I hold;
When all's ſpent, he'd be croſs'd then, and he could:
Tis pity Bounty has not Eyes behind,
That Man might ne er be wretched for his Mind.
Tuc. Where be our Men?
Ser. Here, my Lord, in readineſs.
Cucul. Our Horſes.
Jim. O my good Friends?
J have one word to ſay to you: Look you, my good Lord,
J. mult entreat you, honour me. ſo much,
18 TIM ON % ArnRERNS
As to advance this Jewel, accept, and wear 12
Kind my Lord.
Luc. I am ſo far already in your Gifts.
All. So are we all. [Exe. Lucius and Lucullus
Enter a Servant.
Ser. My Lord, there are certain Nobles of the Senate
newly alighted, and come to viſit you.
Tim. They are fairly welcome.
Enter Flavius.
Flav. beſeech your Honour, vouchſafe me a word, it
does concern you near.
Tim. Near ! Why then another time Þ ll hear thee.
I prithee let's be provided to ſhew them entertainment.
Flav. J ſcarce know how. |
Enter another Servant.
2 Serv. May it pleaſe your Honour, Lord Lucius,
Out of his free Love, hath preſented to you
Four Milk-white Horſes trapt in Silver.
Tim. I ſhall accept them fairly: Let the Preſents
Be worthily entertain'd. 7
Enter a third Ae.
How now ? What News?
3 Serv. Pleaſe you, my Lord, that honourable a
man, Lord Lucullus, entreats your Company to-morrow,
to hunt with him, and has ſent your e two brace of
Grey-hounds.
Tim. I' II hunt with him;
And let them be receiv'd, not without fair Reward.
Flav. What will this come to ?
He commands us to provide, and: give great Gifts, and
All out of an empty Coffer:
Nor will he know his Purſe, or yield me this,
To ſhew him what a Beggar his Heart is;
Being of no Power to make his Wiſhes good,
His Promiſes fly ſo beyond his State,
That what he ſpeaks is all in debt, owes for ev'ry word:
He is ſo kind, that he now pays intereſt for't;
His Land's put to their Books. Well, would I were
Gently put out of Office, e er I were forc' ;
pier is he that has no Friend to feed,
Than ſuch that do- een Enemies exceed |
I bleed inwardly for my Lord. Erz. :
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Jim. You do yourſelves much wrong, |
You bate too much of your own Merits.
Here, my Lord, a trifle of our Love. |
1 Lord. With mare than Common thanks.
I will receive it.
3 Lord. O ha's the very Soul of Bounty.
Tim. And now I remember, my Lord, you gave good
words the other Day of a Bay Courſer I rode on. Tis
your's, becauſe you lik'd it.
2 Lord. Oh I beſeech you, pardon me, wy Lord, in
that.
Tim. You may take my word, my Lord: I know no
Man can juſtly praiſe, but what he does affect. I weigh
my Friends affection with my own ; I'll tell you true,
TIl call to you.
Al. Lords. O none ſo welcome.
Tim. I take all, and your ſeveral Viſtations
So kind to Heart, tis not enough to give,
Methinks I could deal Kingdoms to my F riends,
And ne'er be weary. * Alcibiades.
Thou art a Sodier, therefore ſeldom rich,
It comes in Charity to thee ; for all thy living
Is mongſt the dead; and all the Lands thou haft
Lye in a Pitcht Field. |
Alc. I defie Land, my Lord.
1 Lord. We are ſo vertuouſly bound.
Jim. And ſo am I to you.
2 Lord. So infinitely endear d
Tim. All to you. Lights, more Lights, more Lights.
3 Lord. The beſt of Happineſs, Honour and Fortunes,
Keep with you Lord 77,
Tue. Ready for his Friends. Exeunt Lords.
Apem. What a coil's here, |
Serving of Becks and jutting out df ums?
I doubt whether their Legs be worth the Sums
That are given for em. Friendſhip's full of Dregs :
Methinks falſe Hearts ſhould never have ſound Legs.
Thus honeſt Fools lay out their wealth on Court'ſies.
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not ſullen,
I wou'd be good to thee. |
Apem. No, Tl nothing; for if I ſhould be brib d too,
there would be none leſt to rail upon thee, and then thou
| wouldſt
20 TIMON of ATHENs.
wouldit Sin the faſter, Thou giv'ſt ſo long non, ] fear
me, thou wilt give away thyſelf in Paper ſhortly. What
need theſe Feaſts, Pomps, and Vain-glories ?
Tim. Nay, and you begin to rail on Society dnce, I am
{worn not to give regard to you. Farewell, and come with
better Muſick. | Exit.
Atem. $0———Thou wilt not hear me now, thou ſhalt
not then. I'Il lock thy Heav'n from thee :
Oh that Mens Ears ſhould be
To counſel deaf, but not to Flattery.
ACT 1&CE Ns
SCENE, Apublick Place in the City.
Enter A Senator.
N late five thouſand: To Varro and to Tadere
He owes. nine thouſand, beſides my former Sum,
Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion
Of raging: Waſte ? It cannot hold, it will not.
If I want Gold, ſteal but a Beggar's Dog,
And give it Timon, why the Dog coins Gold
If I would fell my Horſe, and buy twenty more
Better than he; why give my Horſe to Timon;
Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me ſtraight
An able Horſe. No Porter at his Gate,
But rather one that ſmiles and ſtill invites
All that paſs by. It cannot hold, no reaſon
Can found his State in fafety. Capbis, hoa!
Capbhis I ſay.
Enter Caphis.
Cap. Here, Sir, what 1s your Pleaſure ? |
Sen. Get on your Cloak and haſte you to Lord 7zmer;
Importune him for my Monies, be not ceaſt
With ſlight denial ; nor then filenc'd, with
Commend me to your Mafter——and the Cap
Plays in the right Hand thus: but tell him Sirrah,
My uſes cry to me; I muſt ſerve my turn |
Qut of mine own; his days and times are paſt,
And
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And my Reliances on his fracted dates
Have ſmit my Credit. I love and honour him;
But muſt not break my Back, to heal his Finger.
Immediate are my Needs, and my Rehef
Muſt not be toſt and turn'd to me in Words,
But find Supply immediate. Get you gone.
Put on a moſt importunate Aſpect,
A Viſage of demand: For. I do fear:
When every Feather flicks in his own Wing.
Lord Timon will be left a naked Gull,
Which flaſhes now a Phoenix : Get you gone.
Cap. I go, Sir.
Sen. I go, Sir?
Take the Bonds along with you,
And have the Dates in-. Come.
Cap. I will, Sir. |
Sen. Go. | FExennt.
S CEN E. II. Timon' Hall.
Eater Flavius, with many Bills in his Hand.
Flaw. No care, no ſtop, ſo ſenſeleſs of expence,
That he will neither know how to maintain it,
Nor ceaſe his flow of Riot. Takes no account
How things go from him, nor reſumes-no Care
Of what is to continue: Never mind
Was to be ſo unwiſe, to be ſo kind.
What ſhall be done? he will not hear, 'til feel:
I muſt be round with him, now he comes from Hunting.
Fie, fie, fie, he.
Enter Caphis, Thdore, 1 Varro.
Cap. Good Evening, Varro; what, you come for Mony?
Var. Is't not your Buſineſs too?
Cab. It is, and yours too, Lore *
Zed. It is ſo.
Cap. Would we were all diſcharg'd,
Var. I fear it.
Cap. Here comes the Lord,
| Enter Timon, and his Train.
Tm. So ſoon as Dinner's done, we'll forth again,
| My.
22 TIMON of ATuzxs,
My Alcibiades. With me, what's your will ?
[They Preſent their Bills,
Cap. My Lord, here is a note of certain dues.
Tim. Dues ? Whence are you ?
Cap. Of Athens here ; my Lord.
Tm. Go to my Steward:
Cap. Pleaſe it your Lordſhip, he hath put me oſt,
To the Succeſſion of new Days, this Month:
My Maſter 1s awak'd by great Occaſion,
To call upon his own, and humbly prays you,
That with your other noble Parts, you'll ſuit,
In giving him his Right.
Tim. Mine honeſt Friend,
I prithee but repair to me next Moruing.
Cap. Nay, good my Lord
Tim. Contain thyſelf, good Friend.
Var. One Varro's Servant, my good Lori —
Zid. From [/idore, he humbly pray your ſpeedy pay-
ment
Cap.. If you did "EY my Lord, my Maſter's wants --- |
Var. Twas due on forfeiture, my Lord, ſix Weeks,
and paſt
Y4d. Your Steward put me off, Lord, and I
Am ſent expreſly to your Lordſhip. 5
Tim. Give me breath: . [To the Lords.
I do beſeech you, good my Lords, keep on, [ Exe. Lordi.
PI wait upon you inſtantly. Come hither, pray you.
How goes the World that I am thus encountred
With clamorous demands of Debt, broken Bonds,
And the Detention of long ſince due Debts,
Againſt my Honour ?
Fla. Pleaſe you Gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to th is Buſinefs:
Your Importunacy ceaſe, till after Dinner,
That I may make his Lordſhip 1 underſtand
Wherefore you are not paid.
Tim. Do ſo, my Friends ; * them well eta
Stew, Pray draw near. (Exit.
Enter Apeman tus and Fool.
Cap. Stay, ſtay, here comes the Fool with Apemantus,
let's have ſome ſport with em.
Var. Hang him, he'}l abuſe us.
TIMON F ArkENSs. 23
Md. A Plague upon him, Dog.
Var. How doſt, Fool?
Apem. Doſt dialogue with thy Shadow ?
Par. I {peak not to thee.
Apem. No, tis to thyſelf. Come away.
15d. There's the Fool hangs on your Back *
Atem. No, thou ſtandſt ſingle, thou art not on him yet.
Cap. Where's the Fool now ?
Apem. He laſt ask'd theQueſtion. Poor Rogues and
Uſurers Men, Bawds between Gold and Want.
All. What are we, Severin ?
Apem. Aſſes.
All. Why?
Apem. That thou ask me what you are, and do not
know yourſelves. Speak to 'em, Fool.
Fool. How do you, Gentlemen?
All. Gramercies, _ Fool:
How does your Miſtreſs ?
Fool. She's &en ſetting on Water to ſcald ſuch Chick-
ens as you are. Would we could ſee you at Corinth.
Apem, Good! Gramercy !
Enter Page. |
Fool. Look you, here comes my Maſter s Page.
Page. Why how now, My 254k ? What do you in
this wiſe Company ?
How doſt thou, Apemantus ? "HD
Apem. Would J had a Rod in my Mouth, that I might
anſwer the profitably.
Page. Prethee, Apemantus, read me the Superſcription
of theſe Letters, I know not which is which.
Adem. Canſt not Read?
Page. No.
Apem. There will little Learning die then that Day
thou art hang'd. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibia-
des. Go, chou waſt born a Baſtard, and thow'lt die a
Bawd.
Page. Thou waſt welpt'a Dog, and thou ſhalt famiſh,
a Dog's death. 9
Anſwer not, I am gone. [ Ext,
| hem. Ev'n ſo thou'out-run'ſt Grace. |
Fool, I will go with you to Lord Timon's,
Fool, Will you leave me there?
Apemn,
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Apem. If Timon ſtay at Home.
You three ſerve three Uſurers ?
All. I would they ſerv'd us.
Apem. So would I
As good a Trick as ever Hangman ſerv'd Thief.
Fool. Are you three Uſurers Men?
All. Ay; Fool. et} ont! x $5
Fool. I think no Uſurer but has a Fool to his Servant.
My Miſtreſs is one, and I am her Fool; when Men come
to borrow of your Maſters, they approach ſadly, and go
away merrily ; but they enter my Maſter's Houſe merri-
ly, and go away ſadly. The reaſon of this?
Yar. I could render one. |
Apem. Do it then, that we may account thee a Whore-
maſter, and a Knave, which notwithſtanding thou ſhalt
be no leſs eſteemed. | a |
Var. What is a Whore-maſter, Fool? |
Fool. A Fool in good Cloaths, and ſomething like thee.
"Tis a Spirit; ſometime't appears like a Lord, ſometimes
like a Lawyer, ſometime like a Philoſopher, with two
Stones more than's artificial one. He is very often like
a Knight ; and generally, in all Shapes that Man goes
up and down in, from fourſcore to thirteen, this Spirit
walks in. | "OT io | _
Yar. 'Thou art not altogether a Fool. |
Fool. Nor thou altogether a wiſe Man;
As much foolery as I have, ſo much wit thou lack*R.
Apem. That anſwer might have, become Apemantus.
All. Aſide, aſide, here comes Lord Timor.
Enter Timon and Flavius.
Apem. Come with me, Fool, come. |
Fool. J do not always follow Lover, elder Brother,
AndWoman; ſometime the Philoſopher.
Fla. Pray you walk near, :
FIl ſpeak with you _ eum.
Tim. You make me marvel ; wherefore, e'er this time.
Had you not fully laid my State before me? g
That I might ſo have rated my Expence,
As I had leave of Means. | |
Fla. You would not hear me :
At many leiſures I propos'd.
Tim. Go to |
Perchance ſome ſingle Vantages you took.
When my Indiſpoſition put you back : And
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And that unaptneſs made you miniſter
Thus to excuſe yourſelf.
Fla. O my good Lord,
At many Times I brought in my Accounts,
Laid them before you; you would throw them off,
And ſay you found them in mine Honeſty.
When, for ſome trifling Preſent, you have bid me
Return ſo much, I have ſhook my Head, and wept;
Yea againſt th Authority of Manners, pray'd you
To hold your Hand more cloſe. I did endure
Not ſeldom, nor no ſlight Checks, when I have
Prompted you in the Ebb of your Eſtate,
And your great flow of Debts ; my dear lov'd Lord,
Though you hear now, too late, yet now's a Time,
The greateſt of your having, lacks a Half, |
| To pay your preſent Debts. |
Tim. Let all my Land be ſold.
Flo. * T's all engag'd, ſome forfeited and gone,
And what remains will hardly top the Mouth
Of preſent Dues ; the future comes apace :
What ſhall defend the Interim, and at length
low / goes our RecK*ning ?
Tim. To Lacedemon did my Land extend.
Fla. O my good Lord, the World is but a World,
Were it all yours, to give it in a Breath,
How quickly were it gone?
Tim. You tell me true. |
Fla. If you ſuſpect my Husbandry or Falſhood,
Call me before the exacteſt Auditors, 55
And ſet me on the Proof. So the Gods bleſs me,
When all our Offices have been oppreſt |
With riotous Feeders, when our Vaults have wept
With drunken Spilth of Wine.; when every Room
Hath blaz'd with Lights, and bray'd with Minſtrelſie,
I have retir'd me to a waſteful Cock, . |
And ſet mine Eyes at flow.
Tim. Prithee no more. »
Fla. Heav*ns ! have I ſaid, the Bounty of this Lord
How many prodigal Bits have Slaves and Peaſants
This Night englutted ! Who is not Timon's ? |
What Heart, Head, Sword, Force, Means, but is Lord
Timon s? 8 |
Great Timon, Noble, Worthy, Royal Timon's? Ah!
26 TIMON J Aruyens.
Ah! When the Means are gone, that buy this Praiſe,
The Breath is gone whereof this Praiſe is made :
Feaſt won, Faſt loſt ; one Cloud of Winter Shower: i
Theſe Flies are coucht.
Tim. Come Sermon me no further,
No villainous Bounty yet hath paſt my Heart;
Unwiſely, not ignobly, have I given.
Why doſt thou weep, can'ſt thou the Conſcience lack,
To think I ſhall lack Friends ? Secure thy Heart,
If I would broach the Veſſels of my Love,
And try the Arguments of Hearts, by borrowing,
Men and Mens Fortunes could I frankly uſe,
As I can bid thee ſpeak.
Stew. Aſſurance bleſs your Thoughts. |
Tim. And in ſome Sort theſe wants of mine arecrown'd,
That I account them Bleſſings: For by theſe
Shall I try Friends. You ſhall *
How you miſtake my Fortunes:
Jam wealthy in my Friends.
Within there, Flaminius, Serwilius?
Enter Flaminius, Servilius, and other Server,
Serv. My Lord, my Lord.
Tim. I will diſpatch you ſeverally.
You to Lord Lucius to Lord ; TH" you, I hunted
with his Honour to Day——you to Sempronius——com-
mend me to their Loves, and I am proud, ſay, that my
Occaſions have found Time to uſe em toward a rh
of Money; let the Requeſt be fifty Talents.
Flam. As you have ſaid, my Lord.
Fla. Lord Lucius and Lucullas ? Hum-
Jim. Go you, Sir, to the Senators; [To Flavius.
Of whom, even to the States beſt Health, I have
Deſerv'd this Hearing; bid 'em ſend o th · inſtant
A thouſand Talents to me.
Fla. I have been bold,
For that I knew it the moſt general Way,
To them to uſe your Signet and your Name,
But they do ſhake their Heads, and I am here
No Richer in return. |
Tim. It's true? Can't be?
Fla. They anſwer in a joint and en Voice,
That
n'd,
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That
Prithee Man, look cheerly. 1 1d
Have their Ingratitude in them Hereditary : *
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That now they are at fall, want Treaſure, cannot
Ho what they would, are ſorry,---you are Honourable--
But yet they could have i e ——ů—
Something bath been amiſs—— a noble Nature
May catch a Wench---would all were well -tis pity---
And ſo intending other ; ſerious Matters,
After diſtaſtſul Logks, and theſe hard Fractione,
They froze me into filence, / . |
Tim. You Gods reward them
eſe old Fellows
Their Blood is cak' d, tis cold, it ſeldom flows,
Tis lack of kindiy warmth, they are not kind ;
And Nature, as it grows again toward Earth,
Go to Ventialus — prithee be not ſad,
Is faſhioned. for the journey, dull and heavy.
Thou art true, and honeſt ; 'ingenuouſly . I ſpeak,
No blame belongs to thee ; Ventidius lately _
Bury d his Father, by whoſe Death he's ſtepp'd
Into a great Eſtate; when he was poor,
Impriſoned, and in ſcarcity of Friends,
I clear'd him with five Talents. Greet him from me.
Bid him ſuppoſe, ſome good Neceſſit7 |
Touches, his Friend, which craves to be remembred
With choſe five Talents; that had, give't theſe Fellows
Io whom tis inſtant due. Ne'er ſpeak, or think;
That Timon's Fortunes mong his F riends can fink.
Stexu. I would I could not think it;
That thouglit'it bounties Fe:
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SCENE the Ci.
Flaminjus waiting ta /peak avith Lucſlus from his Meer
Enter @ Servant: to bim.
Ser Have told my Lord 25 you, he i is compig 125
to you.
Flam. I thank yon, _—
| Enter Lucullus.
Ferd. Here's my Lord.
Lucul. One of Lord Timon's Men? A Gift I warrant---
Why, this hits right: I dreamt of a Silver Baſon andEwre
to night. Flaminius, honeſt Flaminius, you are very re-
ſpectiwely welcome, Sir; fill me ſome Wine. And hew
does that Honourable, Compleat, Free-hearied Gentleman
of Athens, thy very bountiful good Lord and Maſter ?
Flam. His Health is we'l, Sir.
Lucul, Lam right glid that his Health is well, Sir;
And what haſt thou there under thy Cloak, pretty
Flaminius ?
Flam. Faith, nothing but a an empey Box, Sir, which,
in my Lord's behalf, come to intreat your Honour to ſup-
ply; who having great and inſtant Occaſion to ule fifty
Lalents, hath ſent to your Lordſhip to furniſh him, no-
thing doubting your preſent Aſſiſtance therein.
Lucul. La, la, la, la,----Nothing doubting. ſays he!
Alas, good Lord, a noble Gentleman tis, if he would
not keep ſo good a Houſe. Many a time and often I ha'
din'd with him, and told him on't, and come again to
Supper to him on purpoſe to have him ſpend leſs, and yet
he would embrace no Counſel, take no warning by my
coming; every Man hath his Fault, and Honeity is his.
1 ha told him on't, but 1 could never get him from't.
Enter a Servant with Wine,
Fer. Pleaſe your Lordſhip here is the Wine.
Lucul. Flaminius, J have noted thee always wile.
Here's to thee.
Flanm.
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Fla. Your Lordſhip ſpeaks your Pleaſure. |
' Encul. | have obſerved thee always for a towardly
prompt Spirit, give thee thy due, and one that knows
what belongs to reaſon ; and canſt uſe the time well, if
the time ule thee well. Good parts in thee ; get you
gone, Sirrah. Draw nearer, honeſt Flaminius; thy Lord's
4 bountifol Gentleman; but - thou” at wiſe, and thou
knowelt well enough (altho' thou comeſt to me) that
this is no time to lend Money, eſpecially upon bare
Friendſhip without Security. - Here's three Solidares for -
thee, good Boy, wink at me, and ſay, uur ſaw'it me
not. Fare thee well.
Ham Is't poſſible the World ſhould 0 much differ,
And we alive that liv'd? Fly, damned baſeneſs,
To him that worſhips thee. [Throwing the Miney away.
Lucul. Ha? Now I ſee thou art a Pcol, and fit for
thy Maſter. _ - [Exit Lucullus.
Flam. May theſe add to the Number that may ſcald
Ling moiten Coin be thy Damnation, d (tie:
Thou diſeaſe of a Friend, and net himſelf.
Has Friendſhip ſuch a faint and milky Heart,
It turns in leſs than two Nights? O you Gods ft
I feel my Maſter's Paſſion. This Slave unto his Honour
Has my Lord's Meat in him :
Why ſhould it thrive, and came to Nutriment, 8
When he is turn'd to Poiſon? |
O may Diſeaſes only work upon't :
And when he's fick to Death, let not that part of Nature,
Which my Lord paid' for, be of any Pewer L
To expel Sickneſs, but prolong his Heur. - Lee.
Euter Lucius with three Str rangers,
Luc. Who, the Lord Timon? He is my very good
Friend, and an honourable Gentleman,
Re Sree We know him for no lefs, tho we are but
Strangers to him. But I can tell you one thing, my
Lord, and which I hear from common Rumours, now
Lord Timon's happy Hours are done and paths Un his
Eſtate ſhrinks: from him.
Luc. Fie, do not believe it: He eunmet want for
Money, 5
2 ny But believe you this, my Lord, that not
long ago, one of his ä with the Lord Lucallus,
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to borrow, ſo many Talents, nay, urg d extreamly foi,
and ſhewed 0 e rn to t, and bet was (
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Luc. How, 3 * c
2. Stran. I tell you, deny'd, my Loed: A011 ff
Tuc. What a ſtrange Caſe was that? Now before the t
Gods Lam aſham'd ont. Deny'd that honourable Man! C
There was very litileHondur ſhew d in that. For my own m
Part, I muſt needs confeſs, I have received ſome ſmall
. Kindneffes from him, as Money, Plate, Jewels,/ar.d ſuch
like Frifles,; nothing comparing to his, yet had he Y
miſtook him, and ſent him to me, I ſhould -ne'er have A
2 n his Occafion ſo many Talems. |
Enter Servilius. |
Ser. See, by good hap yonder's my Lord, I have ſweat A.
to ſee his Honour.---My honour'd Lord--- [Te Lucius. Ts
Luc. Geruulius] you are kindly met, Sir; Fare the TI
well, commend me to thy honourabic virtuous Lord, BY 7:
my very exquiſite Friend, _ An
Ser. May it pleaſe your Honour, my Lord hath ſent- Sup
Lac. Ha! what hath bath he ſent ? I am ſo endeared Ha
to that Lord; he's ever ſending : How | ſhall I thank W Bu:
him, think'ſt thou ? And what has he ſent now ? An
Ser. TPas' only ſent his | preſent Occaſion now, my
Lord; requeſting your Lordſhip 10 ſopply his inſtant
Vie, with fifty Talents
Luc. I know his Lordſhip is but merry with me,
"He cannot want fifty five hundred Talents.
der. But in the mean time he wants lets, my Lord.
If his Occaſion were not virtuous, . .
I ſheuld not urge half ſo faithfully.
Luc. Doſt thou ſpeak ſeriouſly, Servilins?
Ser. Upon my Soul tis true, Sir.
Luc. What a wicked Beaſt was I, to disfarvidh myſel
gala. 455 a gad time, when I might ha? ſhewn myſef
honoura Wat Hig ,unluckily it happen d, that I ſhould pur
chaſe the ay before for a litile part, and undo a great
deal of, Hongur ? Serwillus, now before the Gods, I an
not able to do- [the more Beaft I fay)----I was-fendiry
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Commend · me bountifully to his good Lordſhip, and I
hope his Honour will conceive the faireſt of me, be- -
cauſe - have no Power to be kind. And tell him this
from me, I count it one of my greateſt Afſtictions, ſay,
that I cannot pleaſure ſuch an honourable Gentleman.
Good Serbflius, will you befriend 1 me e to, far, as to uſe
my own Words to him? *. b 40" %
Ser. Yes, Sir, I ſhall. Tris Servithis,
Luc. I'll look you out ga od turn Servilius. 2814
Trae as you ſa d, Timm is ſhrunk 1 c
An] he that's once deny'd will hardly ſpeed. bean.
1 Stan. DOS you obſerve this, H feillius F. 255
2 Strat. Ay, t6o' well. N |
1 Stran. Why, this is the wolle Soul;
And juſt of the fame Piecte T4
Is every Flatterer? sport: Who can call him his Friend ;
That dips in the ſame Dish! For in my Knowing, |
Timon has been this j.ord's Father,
And kept his Credit with his Purſe :
Supported his Eſtate; nay, Fimon's Money
Has paid his Men their Wages. He nejer IT |
But Ji mon's Si ver treads upon hi; Lip; 5 |
And yet, Oh ſee the monſtrouſneſs of Man!
When he looles out in an ungrateful Shap _ "Wes
He does deny him (in reſpect of this) 128
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What charitable Men afford to Beggars.
3 Stran. Religion groans at it. |
1 Stran. For mine own” Fart 5
never taſted mon in my Life,
Nor came any of his Bounties over me,
To mark me for his Friend. Yet TI proteſt, .
For his right noble Mind, illuſfrious II |
And honourable Carriage, |
Had his Neceſſity made uſe of me,
I would have put my Wealth into Donation,
And the, beſt half ſhould have return'd to him,
So much I love his Heart: But I perceive, -
Men muſt learn now with pity to diſpenſe, |
For Policy fits above Confcience, [Excunt,
Enter à third Servant æuith Sempronius. 5
Sem, Muſt he needs trouble me in 2 Hum
Boye all others
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30 TiMoN, of ATHENS.
He might have tried Lord Lucius, or Lucullus,
And now Ventidius is wealthy too.
Whom. he redeem'd from Priſon. All three
Owe: their Eftates unto him. |
"Ser, My Led, TTY |
They have all been touch'd, and are all-found baſe Metal,
For they have all deny'd him. |
Sem. How i Have they deny'd him?
Has Ventidius and Lucullus deny'd him ?
And does he ſend to me? Three ! Hum
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tick; he croſs'd himſelf b,'t; and I cannot think, but
in the end the Villanies of Man will ſet him cler.
How fairly this Lord ſtrives to appear ſoul? Takes vir-
tuous Copies to be wicked: Like thoſe that under } ot,
ardent Zeal, would ſet whole Realms on Fire; of ſuch
a nature is his politick Love. PIE oo
T his was my Lord's beft hope, now all are fled,
Save only the, Gods. Now his Friends are dead,
Doors that were ne'er acquainted with their Wards,
Many a bounteous Year, muſt he employ d
Now to guard ſure their Matter. |
And this is all a liberal courſe allows ; -
Who cannot keep his Wealth, muſt keep his Houſe | Ea.
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8 C E N E The. Timon's Hall.
Enter Vane: Titus, Hortenſius, Lucius, and other Ser-
wants of Timon's Creditors, who wait for his coming out.
Var. Well met, Good. morrow, Titus and Hortenſſas.
Tit, The like to you, kind Parre.
Hor. Lucius, what do we 'meet together ?
Luc. Ay, and I think one Buſin linefs does command us
all. For mine 15 Money.
Tit 80 is theirs an ours,
Enter Philo.
his And She Phil? too.
Phi. Good - day at once.
Luc. Welcome, good Brother.
What do you think the Hour?
Phi. Labouring for nine.
Luc. So much?
Phi. Is not my Lord ſeen yet ?
Luc. Not yet.
Phi. I wonder on't, he was won't to ſhine at io
Luc. Ay, but the Days are wax'd ſhorter with him :
You muſt conſider that a prodigal Courſe
is like the Sun's, but not like his recoverable, I fear:
Jis deepeſt Winter in Lord 7imor's Purſe; that is, one
may reach deep enough, and yet find little, 8
Phi. I am of your fear fer that.
Tit. I'll ſhew you t'obſerve a ſtrange Event:
Your Lord ſends now for Money?
Hor. Moſt true, he does, |
Tit. And he wears ſewels now of Trmon's Gift,
For which I wait for Money.
Hor. It is againſt my Heart.
Luc. Mark how ſtrange it ſhews,
Timon in this ſhould pay more than he owes :
And e'en as if your Lord ſhould wear rich Jewels
And ſend for Money for em,
Hor. IJ am weary of this Charge, the Gods can
witneſs :.
know my Lord hath ſpent of 73mor's Wealth,
And now Ingratitude makes it worſe than ſtealtk.
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32 Timon. of ArAENS.
Far. Yes, mine's Three Thouſand Crowns : :
What's yours? 1
Luc. Five Thoufand, mine. bg RS
Var. Tis much deep, and it ſhould Gem by ty San, .
Your Maſter's Confidence was above mine, f
Eſſe ſurely his had _— 3 | it
Enter mus.
Tiz. One of Lord. Timon's Men. |
Lue, Flamiznius l. Sir, a Word: en is ; my e
* to come forth ? EL
Flam. No, indeed, he is not.
Tit. We attend his Lordſhip ; pray gnify ſo much.
Flam. I need not tell: him that, knows you are
too diligent. nN
Enter Flavius iu a Chak won Tong
Luc. Ha ! is not that his Steward muffled ſo ?
He goes away in a Cloud: Call hint, al Be:
Tit. Do you hear, Si.
Var. By your Leave, Sir.
Flav. What do you: aſk, of me, my .
Tit. We wait for certain Money here, Sir.
Flaw. If Money were ain, as your Waiting, A
'T'were ſure engugh. |
Why then preferr'd, you. not chr Sums:and; Bilis,
When your falſe Maſters ate of, my Lord's Meat?
Then they would ſmile, and fawn upon bs Debts,
And take down th? Intereſt into their Slut nous Maus
Tap do yourſelves bur Wrong to fir me e :
Let me pals quietdy-: -/ 55
Believe't, my Lord and 1 8 an Bos 5
1} have no more to reckon, he to- ed. 5
Luc. Ay, but this Anſwer. will not ſerve.
Hav. If "twill! not ſerve, tis not . baſe Ag i-th. 5
For you ſerve Knaves. erm ft; uit Flavius.
Far, How ! what does his ran /orſhip mutter?
Tet. No matter what
that has no Houſe to put his Head in * may l
againit 1 Buildings. ws 1 |
Enter Servilius.
Tit. Oh, here's uus. n ae. wal . 1
Anſwer. $414) i4
Serv.
he's, poor, and that's
Revenge enough. Who can ſpeak. broader than he
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Ser. If I might beſeechetiacGentemen; to re air,
ſome other Hour, I ſhould derive much 'from't. Fer
tak't of my Soul, my. Lord leans wanderouſly, to Diſ-
content: His comfortable Tempet has forfook him, he's
much out of Health, and Keeps his Chamber.
Luc. Many do keep their Chambers, are not. fick +
And if he be ſo far beyond his Health,' '
Methinks he ſheuld the ſooner. pay His Debts, . 154
And make a clear Way to the odds. 5 gon Sono fiel
Serv; Good Gods 0 Q 11
Tir. We cannot take this: for an Anſver.
Flam. [| within.) Servilius, help-- my* Lord! .my y Lond.
Enter Timon in A Rage.
Tim. What, are my Doors oppos d againſt my Paſlaged
Have I been. ever. free, and muſt my Houſe
Be my retentive Enemy? my Goal? |
The Place Which I have ifeaſted, does it noy,
Like all Mankind, ſhew me an [ron Heart ?
Luc. Put in now, Tires. vt
Tit My Lord, here's my TY
Luc. Herels mina. Sym wa gon St *
Var. And mine, my Lore.
Cap. And ours, my Lord. | Mm 8, (2
Phi. And our Bills:
Tim. Knock me clown) with ' em dee, me to
the Girdle. fs g ks vs wort .
Luc. Mis erd. 0% „nun ni ma J
Tim, Cut out my Hearl in Sure. |
Tit. Nine fifty Talents. 1b 2870 7 20d non bad
Tim, Tell out my Blood. ir IO
Luc. Five Thouſand: Crowns, my: Lord. |
Tim, Five Thouſand Drops Pays that.
What — — and geg * |
Cap. — Laid — 700 Haile, „t pf
Jim. Tear me, take bs and the God: Gill upon you.
11148 as 1110" [Exit Limon.
Hor. Faith, I (parceive our Maſicer may throw their
Caps at their Money ; ; theſe Debts. may well be call'd
deſperate ones, for a Madman owes m Ne |
E unter Timon and Flavius.
Tim: They have 2 * Brenth from me, ah:
Slaves, 8 Cre-
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Nm. What if it ſhould be om ©
Hav. My dear Lord.
Tim, Vil times ie f0-—MySteward !
Flaw. Here, . Lord. |
Tim. So fitly ! Go, bid all my Friends again,
Lucius, Lucullus and Sempronius; All
Jil once more feaſt the Raſcalss.
Flaw. O my Lord ! you only e * e r if.
trated Soul ; ' there's not o ee eft as to furniſh out
a moderate Table.
Tim Be it not in hy Care:
_ Go, I charge thee, invite 8 all; 8 the Tide
Of Kraves once more: Are ee [Exeunt
SCENE In. The City,
Enter ws Se enators at one "Bom. Alcibiades "=D
them with, Attendants.
1 Ser. My Lord, you have my Voice tolls the Fau't's
"Tis neceſſary he ſhould die rc :
Nctaing emboldens Sin ſo much as Mercy, |. |
2 Sex. Moſt true; the Law ſhall bruite ein.
Ac. Honour, Health a. id Compaſſion to che Senate
1 Sen. Now, Cap ain. v1)
Alc.. IJ am an humble Suitor to r Vine,
For Pity is the Virtue ofthe Law, _
And none but Tyrants uſe it — +
It pleaſes Time and Fortune to 3
Upon a Friend of mine, wha: in hot: Blood
Hath ſtept into the Law, which is ꝓaſt Depth
To thoſe that without Heed: do plunge intot.
He is a Min, fetting his Fate aſide, of come ly V m__
And Honour in him, which buys out his F ault.; 58.)
Nor did he foil the 1 act with Cowardice,
But with a noble Fury, and fair Spirit,
Seeing his Reputatiof tdick'd da Death!
He did oppoſe his Toe; 141 18 0
And with ſuch ſober and; unnotad paſßon. 23
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1 Sen. You undergo too ſtrict a Paradox, Ex
Striving to' make an ugly Deed look fair ;
Your Words have took ſuch Pains, as if they labour'd
To bring Manſlaugbter i into Form, and ſet Quarrelling
Upon the Head of Valour; which indeed
Is Valour mi{-begot, and came into the World
When Sects and Factions were newly born.
He's truly valiant, that can wiſely ſuffer
The worſt that Man can breathe,
And make his Wrongs his Outſides,
To wear them like his Rayment careleſfsly,
And ner prefer his Injuries to his Heart,
To bring it into Danger.
If Wrongs be Evils, and enforce us kill,
What Folly "as to hazard Liſe for III.
Ale. My Lord.
Sen. You cannot make groſs Sins look clear,
To revenge is no Valour, but to bear.
Alc. My Lords, then under Favour, pardon me
If I ſpeak like a Captain.
Why do fond Men expoſe themſelves to Battel,
And not endure all Threats? Sleep upon't,
And let the Foes quietly cut their Ihroats
Without Repugrancy ? If there be
Such Valour in the bearing, what make we
Abroad? Why then Women are more valiant
That ſtay at home, if bearing carry it;
And the Aſs, more Captain than the Lion? Ths F ellow
Loaden with Irons, wiſer than the Judge,
If Widom be in ſuffering. O my Lords,
As you are great, be pitifull good:
Who c innot condemn Raſnneſs in cold Blood?
To kill, I grant, is Sin's extremeſt Guſt,
But in Defence, by Mercy 'tis moſt juſt.
To be in Anger is Impiety: |
But who is Man, that is not angry?
Weigh but the Crime witk this.
2 Sen. Lou bieatlie in- vain.
Alc. In vain;
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Alc. Why, I ſay my RR h'has RI Service,
And flain in Fight many o Enemies;
How full of Valour did he Ns 2 Hinte lt
In the laſt Conflict, and made ; plenteous Wounds? 4 0
2 Sen. He has made too much Plenty with . Ape 0
He's a ſworn Rioter; he has a Sin
That often drowns him, and takes his Valour Priſoner. |
If there were no Foes, that were enough
To overcome him. In. chat beaſtly Fury ,,
He has been known to. commit Outrages, AE
And cheriſh Factions. Tis inferr'd to us,
His Days are foul, and his Drink dangerous.
1 Sen. He dies.
Alc. Hard Fate ! he might have yd in War. .
My Lords, if not for any Parts in him, |
Though his Right-Arm might purchaſe, his own Time,
And be in Debt to none; yet more to move you,
Take my Deſerts to his, and join em both... |
And for I know your Reverend Ages love Security,
Jil pawn my Victories, all my Honours to you,
Upon his good Returns. |
If by this Crime he owes the Law his Life,
Why let the War receive it in valiant Gore; >.
For Law is ſtrict, and War is nothing. more.
1 Sen. We are for Law, he dies, urge it no more,
On Height of our Diſpleaſurèe: Friend, or Brother,
He forfeits his own Bleed, that ſpills another. 1 11
Alc. Mult it be ſo? It muſt not be: Ls
My Lords, I do beſeech you know me.
1 Sen. B 1 0 7
Ac. Call me to your Remembrance, |
3. Sen. What! — |
Alc. I cannot think but your Age bath forge me,
It could not elſe be, I ſhould prove fo baſe
To ſue, and be deny'd ſuch, n Grace.
My Wounds ache at you. |
1 Sen. Do you dare our Anger? |
Tis in few Words, but ſpacious in Effect.
We baniſh thee for ever.
Alc: Baniſh me! baniſh your Dotoge, baniſh Uſury,
That makes the Senate ugly.
I Sen. If after two Days ſhine, 4thens — ow.
ttcn
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Attend our weightier, Jud ent.
And, not to Wel = Thi
He ſhall be executed preſently. ¶ Eæeunt.
Alc. Now the Gods keep you old enough,
That you may live |
Only in Bone, that none may look on you.
I'm worſe than mad: I have kept back their Foes
While they have told their Money, and let out
Their Coin upon large Intereſt ; I myſelf.
Rich, only. in-large Hurts, ---- All thoſe, for this?
Is this the Ballam that the uſuring Senate
Pours into. Ca tains Wounds ? Ha! Baniſhment
It comes not Ill: I hate not to be baniſh'd,
It is a Cauſe worthy for Spleen, and Fury, |
That I may ſtrike at Athens. TI" chear
My diſcontented Troops, and lay for Hearts :
'Tis Honour with moſt Lands'to be at Odds,
Soldiers ſhould. brook as litle ee as Gen. Le
S. ok E N E Iv. Timon Houſe.
Enter Ho g. enators at val Dar.
1 Sen. The good Time of the Day to you, -- Holi
2 Sen. I alſo with it to youu} 1 think this honourable
Lord did but try us this other
Sen. Upon that were my Thooabls tiring, when we
encountred. I hope. it is not ſo low with Bak as he
made it ſeem in the Tryal of his og Fri
2 Sen. It ſhould not be, by the Perſwaſion of bh
new feafting.
1 Sen. I ſhould think fo : He hath ſent me an earneſt
inviting, which many my near Occaſions did urge me
to put off: but he hath conjur d me beyond them, and
I muſt needs appear.
2 Sen. In like manner was I in Debt to my 2
tunate Buſineſs; but he would not hear my Excuſe.
am ſorry, when he ſent to borrow, of W that my Pro.
viſion was out.
1 Sen. I am fick of that Grief too, as 1 underſtand
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2. Sen. Every Man here's ſo. What would he have
borrowed, of you ? | 1 8 | |
1 Len. A Thouſand Piece.
2 Sen. A Thouſand Piece
1 Sen. What of vou?
3 Sen. He ſent to me, Sir — ee 11 comes.
Enter, Timon and Attendants.
Tim. With 41 my Heart, Gentlemen both. —.— and
how fare you? ? |
1 Sen. Pe at the beſt, heating well of your Lond.
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2 Sen. The Sw ito follows not Summer x more Wil.
lingly, than we your Lordſhip.
Tim. Nor more, willingly leaves Winter, fuch Sum-
mer-Birds are Men. Gentlemen, our Dinner will not
1ecompence this long Stay: Feaſt your Ears with the
Muſick a while; if they will fare to harſhly as o th
'Framper's Sound: We ſhall to't preſently.
1 Sen. I Fog it remains not unkindly with your
Lordſhip, that I. return'd you an empty Meſſenger.
Tim. O Sir, let it not trouble You-
2 Ser, My noble Lord.
Tim. Ah my good F Hiewd, what —
De Banquet brought in. .
2 Sen. My moſt honourable I. ord, I'm e 'en fick of
Shame, that when your 1 other Day” ſent to
me, I Was ſo unfortunate a Bey |
Im. Think not on't, Sir.
2 Sen. If you had ſent but two His beta - ———
Di. Let it not cumber your better Remembrine
Come, bring in all together.
2 Sen. All cover'd Diſhes !
1 Sen, Royal Cheer, I warrant you.
3 Sex, Doubt not that, if Money. and the Seaſon can
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2 Sen How do you? ? What's the News ?
3 Sen. Aloihiades is 17 Heard ou of it? py
Both. Alcibindes baniſf'd ©
3 Sen. * Tis ſo, be ſure of it.
- 1 Sen. How? How? © |
2 Sen. I pray you upon what? ''- =
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3 Sen. I'll tell you more anon. Here's a noble Feaſt
2 Sen. This is the Old Man ſtill. (toward.
3 Sen. Wil't hot? © |
2 Sen. It does, but Time will, and ſo -
Sen. I do conceive.” | RT
Tim. Each Man to his Stoo!, with that Spur as he
would to the Lip of his Miſtreſs; Your Diet ſhall be in
all Places alike. Make not a City-Feaſt of it, to let the
Meat cool, e'er we can agree upon the firſt Place. Sit, fit.
The Gods require our Thanks.
You great Bengfuctors, ſprinkle our Society avith Thank--
ulneſe. For your oavn Gifts, make 3 prait d: But
reſerve ſtill to give, left your Deities be deſpiſed. Lend to
each Man enough, that one need not lend to another. Fer,
ab re your Godheads to borrow of Men, Men would for ſc ke
the Gods. Make the Meat be beloved more than the Man
that gives it. Let ns Aſſembly of Twenty be without a
Scare of Villains. If there. fit Twelve Women at the
Table, let a Dozen of them be as They are ---- The re/t
of your Fees,” O. Gods, the Senators of Athens, together
with the common Lag of People, what is amiſs in them,
you. Gods, make ſuitable. for Deſtruction. For theſe j
preſint Friends — as they are to me nothing, ſo in
nothing bl ſs them,. and to nathing are they welcome.
Uncover Þogs, and lap. + e
Some ſpeak. What does his Lordſhip mean?
Some other, I know not. ”
Tim May you a better Feaſt never behold, __
Yew Knot of Month -Friends :* Smoke, and. lukewarm
Is your Perfection. This is Toms laſt; »(Watec
Who ftuck, and ſpangled you with Flatreries,
Waſhes it off, and ſprinkles in your Faces
Your reeking Villany. Live tatli'd, and long,
Moft ſmiling, ſmooth, deteſted Parafites,
Courteous Deſtroyers, affable Wolves, meek Bears,
You Fools of Fortune, frencher-Friends, Tim?-Fites, |
Cap and-Enee-Slaves, Vapours,” and Minute Jacks
Of Mam and Beaſt, the infinite Malidy © |
Cruſt you quite o'er. What, do'ſt thou go?
Soft, take thy Phyſick firſt --- thou too - and thou
| Throws the Diſhes at them, and drives em out.
Stay, I will lend thee Money, borrow none.
CHW What
40 Timon f ArHENSs.
What! what, all, in Motion / Henceforth be no Feaſt,
Whereat a Villain's not a welcome Gueſt.
Burn Houſe, ſink Athens, henceforth! hated be 5
Of Timon, Man, 2. all Humanity. _ [Emt.
nter the Sena.
1 Sen. How now, my Lords? 4
2 Sen. Know you the Quality of Lord Timon 8 F ury *
3 Sen. Puſh, mam d,
4 Sen. T have loſt my Gon.
1 Sen. He's but a mad Lord, 3 8 321 —
mour fways him. He gave me a _ dene, wild
and now he has beat it out of 1 "Hats. - 8
Did vou ſee my Jewel 8 * oh SI 9 |
2 Sex. Did you. ee my Cap? 5 e NN d
3 Sen. Here tis. ene t
wh Sen. Here lyes my Gown... n e e
1 Sen. Let's make N Sn e on ee e ene
2 Sen. Lord Timm s mad. e 5
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s CEN E Hindu #3 fall ef Athens.
. Erzer Timon.
Tin. T E T me dock back upon thee, ©; thou Wall,
That girdleſt in thoſe 4. dive! in the Earth,
And ee not Athent. 2 runs turn incontinent; 7
Obedience fail in Children ; Slaves and Fools. .; ../
Pluck the 7 a wrinkled, Senate from the Bench,
And minifter in their Steads, to general, Filths.
Convert oth' inſtant ee evo
Do't it in your Parents E kalen hold yo
Rather than ren "IS ſes out, with your Knives... 42
Ay id dow: 15 roma Throats. Bound Servants, ſeal
arge-han obbers your grave Maſters are,
And Pill by Law. Maid, to thy Maſter” ip "=" 8 15
Thy Milrek 3 is o'th Brothel. Som of ſixteen.
Pluck the lind Crutch hom e old * Fire, vi 70
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With it beat out his Brains. Piet and Fear, .
Religion to the Gods, Peace, Juſtice, Truth,
Domeſtick, Awe, Night-reſt; and N eighbourhood, |
Inſtructien, Manners, Myſteries and Trades, 2
Degrees, Obſervances, Cuftonis and Laws,
Decline to your confounding Contrarigs:”- + .
And yet Confuſion live : Plagucy incident'ro/| le,
Your potent and infeQionus Fevers nleap 11
On Athens ripe ſor firoke. Te UN Greets, hs ts
Cripple our Senators, thartheir Bimbs may halt
As lamely as their Manners: > Buſt and Liberty”
Creep in- the Minds and Warro sf our Youth; -
That gainſt the Stam ef Vitae che may ſtrive,
And drown themſelves in- Riot Ttciies, Blains,
Sow all the Athenian Boſoms, and tReir Crop |
Be genera] Leproſy: - Breath inf Breath;
That their Society (as their Friendſhip} ma,
Be meerly Poiſon. Nothing R
But Nakedneſs, thou deteſſable Town.
Take thou that too, with multiplying Banns:
Ton willito the Wobds, wherethe ſhall find
Fh' unkindeſt Beaſt much kinder than Mankind:
The Gods cunfound (ear me-you-$ood h
Th' Anbenant both Nth im and out that Wall;
And grant, as Tee ED Hate may grin, |
To the whole nee en 100 .
Amen. n | We: x18.
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171 2 SY
E ater Flavius ith wake three Fee 3. oy
I Ser. Heary you, Mader Steward, cede our Matter? |
Are we undone, caſt off, nothing remaining ?
Flaw. Alack, my Fellows, what ſhould I ſay to you?
Let me be recorded by: the GOO 1
Jam as poor as uo.
1 Ser. Such a Hoss e 02 12.4
So noble a Maſter falb n all web and not
One Friend to take T0 ortune byithe Am.
42 Timon: of: ener
And go along with him?
2 Ser. As we do turn our Backs.
From our Companion, thrown into his Grave,
So his Familiars to his buried Fortunes
Sink all away, leave their-falſe Vows with him
Like empty Purſes pick d. And his poor ſelf
A dedicated tothe. Ain : of
With his Diſeaſe, of all ſhun'd Poverty.
Walks like Comempt alone. More of our Fellows.
| Enter other Servants.
Flav. All broken Implements of a ruin'd Houſe.
3 Ser. Vet do our Hearts wear'T:mon's Livery,
That ſee I by our Faces; we are Fellows ſtill,
Serving alike in Sorrow; leak'd is our Bark,
And we, poor Mates, ſtand on the dy ing Deck,
earing the Surges threat; Me malt al wy
to the Sea of Air.
Flav. Good Fellows all, |
The lateſt of my Wealth Pl ſhare amongſt you.
Where - ever we ſhall meet, for Timon's lake,
Let's yet be Fellows Let's ſhake our Heads, and ſay,
As *twerea Knell unto our Maſter's Fortunes,
We have ſeen better Days. - Let each take ſome ;
Nay, put out all your Hands ; not one 903 more,
Thus part we rich in Sorrow, parting: . |
[He gives them Money, they embrace,
and part ſeveral ways.
Oh the fierce Wretchedneſs that Glory brings us!
Who would not wiſh to be from Wealth exempt,
Since Riches point to Miſery and Contempt:
Who would be fo mock'd with Glory, as to live
But in a Dream of Friendſhip ? . .
To have his Pomp, and all What State con pounds,
But only painted like his varniſh'd Friends
Poor honeſt Lord I brought Tow by his'own Heart,
Undone by Goodneſs: Strange unuſual- Blood,
When Man's worſt Sin is, he does too much Good,
Who then dares to be half ſo kind again? |
For Bounty that makes Gods, does ſtill marr Men,
My deareſt Lord, b'ett to be moſt accurs'd,'
Rich only to be. wrerched ; thy great Fortunes
Are made thy: clief Afflictions. Alas, kind _
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He's flung in a Rage from this ungrate ful Seat
Of monſtrous Friends:
Nor has he to ſupply his Life,
Or that which can commaad i it:
I'i] follow and enquire him out.
I'll ever ſerve his Mind, with my beſt Will,
Whillt I have Gold, Pl behis Seward fill. [Extt.
SCE N E III. The Woods.
Enter Timon.
Tim. O bleſſed breeding Sun, draw from the Earth
Ro ten Humidity : Below-thy Siſter's Orb
Infect the Air; | Twin'd Brothers of one Womb,
Who Procreation, Reſidence, and Birth,
Scarce is dividant, touch them with ſeveral Fortunes,
The greater ſcorns tne leſſer. Not Nature, rh}
To wnom all Sores lay Siege, can bear great Fortune
But by Contempt of Nature.
Raiſe me this Beggar, and deny't that Lord,
The Senator ſhall bear Contempt hereditary,
The Beggar native Honour:
It is the Paſture lards the Beggar's Sides,
eee that makes him lean. Who dares? Who _
e of Manhood, ſtand upright,
ſay, this Man's a Platterer? If one be,
50 they are all, for every grize of Fortune
Is ſmooth'd by that below. The learned Pate
Ducks to the golden Fool. All's Obloquy:
There's nothing level in our curſed Natures
But direct Villany. Therefore be abhorr d,
All Feaſts, Societies and Throngs of Men.
His ſemblable, yea himſelf Jinon diſdains,
DeſtruQion phang Mankind, Earth yield me Roots,
[ Digging the Earth,
Wha ſeeks for better of thee, ſeuce his Pallate
Wich thy molt operant Poiſon. What is here?
Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious Gold?
No Gods, I am no idle Votariſt,
Roots you clear Heav'ns. Thus much of this will make
Black, White; Foul, Fair; Wrong. Right; 4
Baſe, Noble; Old, Y oung 3 Coward, V allant. (tleis
Ha, you Gods! why this ? what this, 308 Gods? why,
Wul
"wy Tinos of ATyzxs. |
Will lug y our Prieſts and Servants from your. We =
P.u-k ſtout Mens Pillows from below their Heads. 8
Thi; yellow Slave
Will knit and break Religions, bless th e d,
Make the hoar Leproſyj ador'd, place Thieves,
And give them Title, Knee, and Approbation
With Senators on the N "This is.it. . _
That makesthe wappen'd Widow: wed-again p<
She, whom the Spittle-Houſe, and ulcerous Sores,
Would cat. the Gorge at: this embalms and ſpices
To tt” Apr l- Day again, Come, damned, Earth, 5
Thou coumon MW hore of Mankind, that 2 odds:
Among the Rout of Nations, I wilbunake: thee. » if
Do thy right Matzes „ tio: 20 nt aer
Ha! a Drum ? Th art quick,
But yet TI. bury. — T hook egg (trong Thiel ,
When gouty Keepers of thee cannot ſtand:-
Nay, 1.ay thow-out forearmnefih +) |
Enter Alcibiades with Drum: and. Bi in — |
manner, and Phrynia and: Timandra. 294 9
Ale. What art thou here2-ſpeak<;
Dim. A Beaſt, as thou art. The Canker ber ue 1
For ſhewing me again the Eyes of Man. | (Heart:
Ac. What is thy Name? aden e hareful schee. 7
That ar: thyſelf a Man? 5
Tim, I am: Miſanthrapos, and; hate Mankind. |
For thy part, Ido wiſh thou wert a Dog.
That I m ght love thee ——
Alc. I know thee wel? |
But in thy Fo. tanes amunlearn'd ind: ſtrange, 0 |
Tim. I know thee too, and more than that I know thee |
With Man's Blood paint the Ground, Gules, Gules,,
Religious Canons, civil Laws are cruel,
Fhen what ſhould: War be? This fell Whore of thine,
Hath in her more Deſtruction than 4 Sword, LO
For all her Cherubin Look.
Phry. Thy Lips rot off.
Tim. I will not kiſs thee, then the Rot » returns ee
To thine own: Lips again. hs
Alc. How came the noble Ti non to this: Eiger
| Tim,” As the Moon does, by wanting Light to give:
But
TI doN of ATHENS.
But then renew I could not, like the Moon ;
There were no Suns to borrow of.
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Alc. Noble Timon, What F riendſhip may 1 do thee ? -
Tim. None, but to maintain my Opinion.
Alc. What is it, Timon f
Tim, Promiſe me Friendſhip, but perform none.
If thou wilt not promiſe, the Gods plague thee; for thou
art a Man: If thou doſt perform, confound thee, for
thou art a Man. nal eh 6
Alc. J have heard in ſame Sort of thy Miſeries.
Tim. Thou ſaw'it them when I had Proſperity.
Alc. I ſee them now, then was a ble ſſed Time.
Tim. As thine is now, held with a Brace of Harlots;
Timan, Is this th' Athenian Minion, whom the
World voic'd ſo regardfully ? ?
Tim, Art thou Timandra ? |
Timan. Yes.. | wh,
Tim. Be a Whore ſtill, they love thee not that uſe
thee, give them Diſeaſes, leaving with thee their Luft.
Make uſe of thy ſalt Hours, fea:on the Slaves for Tubs
and Baths, bring down Roſe-cheek'd Youth to the Fub-
faſt, and the Diet. TY 0
| Timan. Hang thee, Monſter,
Alc. Pardon him, fweet Timandray for his Wits
Are drown'd and loſt in his Calamities.
I have but little Gold of late, brave Timer,
_ The Want whereof doth daily make Revolt.
In my penurious Band. I heard and ae
How curſed Athens, mindleſs of thy Wort, |
Forgetting thy ret Nerd when Neighbour- States,
But for thy Sword and Fortune, trod upon them
Tim. | prithee beat thy Drum, and get thee gone,
Alc. Jam thy Friend, and pity thee, dear Timon.
Tim, How doſt thou pity him, whom thou doit trouble?
J had rather be alone.
Alc, Why fare thee well:
Here is ſome Gold for thee. .
Lim. Keep it, I cannot eatit.,
Ale. When I have laid proud Athens on a Heap.
Zim. War'ſt thou gainſt Athens?
Mc. Ay, Timon, and have cauſe.
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Tim, T he Gods confound them all in thy Conqueſt,
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And thee after, when thou haſt conquer d.
Alc. Why me, Timon?
Jim. That by killing of Villains
T hou waſt born to conquer my Country.
Put up thy Gold. Go on, here's Gold, go on;
Be as a Planetary Plague, whom Joe
Will o'er ſome high-vic' d City, hang his Poiſon
In the fick Air: Let not thy Sword ſkip one.
Pity not honour'd Age for his white Beard,
He isan Uſurer. Strike me the counterfeit M atron,
It is her Habit only that is honeſt, *
Herſelf's a Bawd. Let not the Virgin's Cheek
Make {oft thy trenchaut Sword; for thoſe Milk Paps
That ages rhe Window: Barn bore at Mens 2 es,
Think it a
Fath doubrfalty ele; The The ſhall cut,
And mince it Jars Remorſe. Swear agaluſt Objects,
put Armour on thine Ears, and on thine Eyes,
Whoſe Proof, nor Yells of Mothers, Maids, ner Babes,
Nor Sight of Prieſts in holy Veſtments blecding,
Sha'l pierce a Jot. There's Gold to pay thy Sotd'ers.
Make large Confufion ; and thy Fury ſpent,
Confounded be thyſelf Speak not, be gone.
Alc. Haſt thou Gold yet? Pl take! the Gold thou
givelt me. not all thy Counfel.
Tim, Doil thou, or doſt "thou rot, Heav ns Curſe
upon Tee oc,"
Both, Give us bre Gold, horns! haſt ou more?
Tim, Enough to make a Whore for ſwear her J rade,
And to make Whores, a Bawd. Hold up, you Sluts,
Your Aprons mountant, you are not Othable, f
Although I know you'll iwear, terribly wear,
Into ſtrong Shudders, and to heavenly Agues
Th' immortal Gods that heat you. Spare your Oaths ; ;
I'll truſt to your Conditions, be Whores ſtill,
And he whoſe pious Breath ſeeks to convert you,
Be ſtrong in Whore, allure him, burn him up.
Let your cloſe Fire predominate his Smoak,
And be no Turn- coats: Yet may your ate fr. Woche
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Be quite contrary, And thatch -
Vour poor thin oof, with Burrhens of os Dead,
ny that were hang'd) no matter:
Wear them, betray with them;-whore ſtill.
Paint till a Horſe may mire upon you Face
A Pox of Wrinkles.
Bath. Well, more Geld wia chen ?
Believe that we'll do any thing for Gad.
im. Conſamptions ſow '
In hol'ow Bones of Man, ſtrike hit Harp Shins,
And mär Mens ſpurring. Crack the re 8 TY
That he may never more falſe Title plead: |
Nor dound his Quillets ſhrilly. Hoar the Flame 7
That ſcolds againit the Quality of Fleſh, '*
And nct believes himſelf: Down with che Noſe,
Down with it flat, take the Bridge quite away
Of him, that his, particulat to foreſee {bald
Smells from the general Weal. Make curl d- pate Ru aps |
And let the unſcarr'd Braggarts of the War
Der. ve ſome Pain from you. Plague all.
That your Activity may defeat, and quel!
The iource of all Ere&ion.' There's more Gold.
Do you damn others, and let this damn you,
And Ditches grave you all. 4s Cron.
Both. More Counſel with more Meney, bounteous 77.
Vm. More Pcs, more Miſchief firit; 1 have given
you Earneſt.
Alc. Strike up the Drum towerds Abend ; farewel 77
mon: If I thrive well Fil vifit thee again,
Tim.” If I hope wel'; 'T'll never ſee thee m more.
Ac. I never did thee: harm.
Tim, Ves, thou ſpok' ſt well of me.
Alc. Call'ſt thou that Harm?
Tim. Men daily find it. Get theeaway;
And take thy Beagles with the. | |
Alc. We but offend him, ftrike, | (Ex xeunt.
Dim. That Nature being ſicle of Man CU nitindaeſs
Should yet be hungry: Common Mother, thou
Whoie Womb unmeaſurable, and infinite Breaſt
Teems and feeds all; whoſe ſelf-fame Mettle |
Whereof thy proud Child, arrogant Man, is put,
Engenders * black Toad, and Adder blue, f
The
Wks gilded Newt, and eyeleſs venom'd Worm,
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With all the abhorredgirths below criſp Heav'n,
Whereou Ipperions quiekening Fire dothahine;
Yield him, Who all the human Sons da's bate,
From forth thy. lenteous Boſom, one paar Root. J
Enſear thy Fertile, and conceptious Womb, ;
Let it no more bring out ingrateful Man.
Go great with Tygers, Pragons, Wolves 5 Bears.
Teem with new Moſters, TR thy upward Face
Hath to the, marbled Manſion all above
Never preſented. Ohi a Roct dear Thanks:
Dry up thy Marrows, Veins, and Plaugb. torn Leas,
Whereof neden Man with Liquoriſn eee 00
And Morſels unctious, greaſes his pure 67 arg y
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Adem: I was A0 — Alen report, 1 0
Thou doſt affect my Manner, aud doſt uſe them
Tim. Tis then, hocaus thou doſt not koep a Dog +
Whom, 7 would imitate ;; Conſumption catch e
Adem. This is in thee a Nature but N
A poor unmanly Melancholy, ſprung
From Change of Fortune. Why chin Spade: this: Place!
This Slave-like Habit, and theſe Looks of Care?
Thy Flatterers yet, wear Silk, drinle Wine, lye ſoft,
Hug their diſeaſed Perfumes, and have forgot
That ever Tics was, Shame not theſe, Woods,” L
By putting on the Cunning of a Carper. N
Be thou a Flatterer now, and ſeek to 1 ON
By that which has undone thee 5 hinge thy Knee,
And let his very, Breath whom Ds N 18 55
Blow off thy Cap; praiſe his moſt vicious Strain,
gps all it excellent; thou waſt told thus
u gay'ftthine Ears, like Tapfters. that bid welcome
To 1 4 5 and all Approachers: Tis moſt juſt
That thou turn Raſcal, padtt thou Wealth again,
Raſcals ſhou'd, have't. Do not aſſume my + |
Tim, Were L like thee, I'd throw away mytelf.
Hem. Thou halt caſt BAY thy elf, being like thy ſelf,
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A Mad-man ſo long, now a Fool: What think'ſt
That the bleak Air, thy boiſterous Chamberlain,
Will put thy Shirt on Warm? will theſe moiſt Trees
That have out-liv'd the Eagle, page thy Heels,
And Skip when thou point'ſt out? Will the cold Brook
Candied with Ice, cawdle thy Morning taſte |
To cure thy o'er-night's Surfeit? Call the Creatures,
Whoſe naked Natures live in all the ſpight
Of wreekful Heav'n, whoſe bare unhouſed Trunks,
To the conflecting Elements expos'd, +
Anſwer meer Nature; bid them flatter thee ;
Oh! thou ſhait find |
Vm. A Fool of thee : depart. "
Apem. I love thee better now than e'er I did.
Im. I hate thee worſe. |
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Tim. Thou flatter'ſt Miſery. 1 8 5
Adem. T flatter not, but ſay thou art a Caytiff.
Tim. Why doſt thou ſeek me out?
Apem. To vex thee.
Am. Always a Villain's Office, or a Fools.
Doſt pleaſe thy ſelf in't?
Apem. Ay. FER
Tim, What! a Knaye too? „
Apem. If thou didſt put this ſowre cold Habit on
To caſtigate thy Pride, twere well: but thou
Doſt it enforcedly: Thou'dſt Courtier be again,
Wert thou not a Beggar ; willing Miſery
Out-lives incertain Pomp; is crown'd before:
The one is filling ſtill, never Compleat: |
The other, at high wiſh, beſt ſtate Contentleſs,
Hath a diftra&ed and moſt wretched Being,
Worſe than the worſt, Content.
Thou ſhould'ſt defire to die, being miſerable.
Tim, Not by his Breath, that is more miſerable.
Thou art a Slave, whom Fortune's tender Arm
With Favour never claſp ; but bred a Dog.
Hadſt thou like us from our firſt ſwarth proceeded,
Through ſweet Degrees that this brief World affords
To ſuch as may the paſſive Drugs of it (ſelf
Freely command; thou would'ſt have plung'd thy
In general Riot, melted 2 thy Youth In
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50 Timon F ATHENS.
In different Beds of Luſt, and never learned
The icy Precepts of Reſpe&, but followed "2
The Sugared Game before thee. But my ſelf, -
Who had the World as my Confectionary, (Men,
The Mouths, the Tongues, the Eyes, the Hearts of
At Duty more than I could frame Employments; .
That numberleſs upon ms ſtuck, as leaves
Do on the Oak, have with one Winters bruſh
Fall'n from their Boughs, and left me open, bare,
For every Storm that blows. I to bear this,
That never knew but better, is ſome burthen.
Thy Nature did commence in Sufferance, Time
Hath made thee hard in't. Why thould'ſt thou hate Men
They never flatter'd thee. What haſt thou given?
If thou wilt Curſe ; thy Father, that poor Rag,
Muſt be thy Subject; who in ſpight put ſtuff
To ſome She-Beggar, and compounded thee
Poor Rogue, hereditary. Hence! be gone
If thou hadſt not been the worſt of Men,
Thou hadſt been a Knaye and Flatterer.
Apem. Art thou proud yet;
Tim, Ay, that I am not thee.
Adem. I, that I was no Prodigal.
Tim. I, that I am one now. Eo :
Were all the Wealth I have ſhut up in thee,
T'd give thee leave to hang it. Get thee gone. v
That the whole Life of Athens were in this,
Thus would I eat it. [Eating a Noot.
Apem, Here will I mend thy Feaft.
Tim. Firſt mend thy Company, take away thy ſelf.
Adem. So I ſhall mend mine own, by th'lack of thine.
Tim, * Tis not well mended ſo, it is but botcht ; 1
Tf not, I would it were 5
Apem. What would'ſt thou have to Athens ?
Tim. The thither in a Whirlwind ; if thou wilt.
Tell them there I have Gold, look, ſo I have. pe
Apem. Here is no uſe for Gold.
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For here it fleeps, and does no hired harm, -
Apem. Where ly'ſt a Nights, Timor? L
7im. Under that's above me. 5 85 |
Where feechſt thou a Days, Apemantus? |
Abem. Where my Stomach finds Meat, or rather Y ©
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Adem. Where wouldft thou fend it?
Im. To ſawce thy Diſhes.
Apem. The middle of ee thou never knew -
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in thy Gilt, and thy Perfume, they mockt thee, for
too much curzofity ; in thy Rags thou knoweſt none,
but are deſpis'
for thee, eat it.
Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.
Apem, Doſt hate a Medler ?
Tim. Ay, though it lock like thee.
Apem. And th' hadſt hated Medlers ſooner, thou
ſhouldſt have loved thy ſelf better now. What Man
did'ſt thou ever know unthrift, that was beloved
after his Means? | | | |
Tm, Who without thoſe Means thou talk' of,
didſt thou ever know beloved? |
Apem, My ſelf. |
Tim. I underſtand thee, thou hadſt fome Means to
keep a Dog. |
Apem. What things in the World canſt thou near-
eſt compare to thy Flatterers?
Im. Women neareſt; but Men, Men are the
things themſelves. What would thou do witk the
World, Apemantus, if it lay in thy Power?
Adem. Give it the Beaſts, to be rid of the Men.
Tim. Wouldſt thou have thy ſelf fall in the confu-
ſion of Men, and remain a Beaft with Beaſts?
Apem. Ay, Timon. | |
Tim. A deaſtly Ambition, which the Gods grant
thee t'attain to. If chou wert the Lion, the Fox would
beguile thee; if thou wert the Lamb, the Fox would
eat thee, if thou wert the Fox, the Lion would ſuſ-
pect thee, when peradventure thou wert accus'd by
he Aſs; if thou wert the Aſs, thy dulnefs would
torment thee ; and ſtill thou liv'ſt but as a Breakfaſt
to the Wolf. If thou wert the Wolf, thy greedineſs
would affli& thee, and oft thou ſhonldſt hazard thy
Life for thy Dinner. Wert thon the Unicorn, Pride
and Wrath would confound thee, and make thine
own ſelf the Conqueſt 7 thy Fury. Wert thou a
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Bear
TINON F ATHENS. Ir
d for the contrary. There's a Medler
52 TIMON F ATHEN S.
Bear, thou wouldſt be kill'd by the Horſe; wert 1
thou a Horſe thou wouldſt be ſeized by the Leopard;
vert thou a Leopard, thou wert German to the Lion,
and the ſpots of thy Kindred, were Jurors on thy
Life. All thy ſafety were remotion, and thy Def
nce abſence. What Beaſt could thou be, that were
not ſubje& to a Beaſt; and what a Beaſt art thou al.
ready, and ſeeſt not thy Loſs in Transformation,
Apem. If thou could pleaſe me
With ſpeaking to me, thou might'ſt
Have hit upon it here. 1
The Commonwealth of Aubens is become
- A Foreſt of Beaſts, | 1 I.
Tim. How has the Aſs broke the Wall, that thou
art out of the City? VVV
Apem, Yonder comes a Poet and a Painter
The Plague of Company light upon thee;
Iwill fear to catch it, and give way.
When I know not what elſe to do,
I d =.
Im. When there is nothing living but thee,
Thou ſhalt be welcome. |
I had rather be a Beggar's Dog
Than Apemantus, |
Apem. Thou art the Cap
Ot all the Fools alive.
Tim, Would thou wert clean enough
To ſpit upon. 2
Apen. A Plague on thee. TIM
Thou art too bad to Curſe: .
n off. 2i5;0
That do ſtand by thee, are pure.
Apem. There is no Leproſie
- But what thou ſpeak' ſt. 5
Nn. If I name thee, I'll beat thee: 2
But I Thould infect my Hands. = ſc
Abpem. I would my Tongue 8
Could rot them ff.... „ ;
Vm. Away thou iſſue of a mangy Dog?
Choler does kill me, that thou art alive; F
i ſwound to fee thee. |
Apen, Would thou wouldft burſt.
rr, SO, SM, H©=
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ion ) ATHENS. $9
7/m. Away thou tedious Rogue, I am ſorry J ſhall
loſe a Stone by the. |
Apem, Beaſt!
Tim: Slave!
Apem. Toad ! .
Tim, Rogue! Rogue ! Rogue! |
Lam ſick of this falſe World, and will loye nought
But even the meer neceſſities upon't : |
Then Timon why nes prepare thy Grave;
Lye where the Light Foam of tne Sea may beat
Thy Graverſtone daily; make thine Epitaph.
That Death in me, at others Lives my laugh.
O thou ſweet King-Killer, and dear Divorce
'Twixt natural Son and Sire ; thou bright defiler
Of Hymen's pureſt Bed; thou valiant Mars,
Thou ever young, freſh, loved, aad delicate Wooer,
Whoſe Bluſh doth thaw the conſecrated Snow,
That lies on Di/an's-Lap. Thou viſible God,
That ſouldreſt cloſe Impoſſibilities,
And mak'ſt them kiſs ; that ſpeak'ft with every Tongue
To every purpoſe; or thou touch of Hearts,
Think ſlave Man Rebels, and by thy Virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that Beaſts
May have the world in Empire. |
Apem. Would "twcre fo,
But not till I am dead. I'll ſay th'haſt Gold 3
Thou wilt be throng'd to ſhortly.
7/m, Throng/'d to?
Apem, Ay. | |
Tim. Thy Back, I prethee.
Apem. Live and love thy Miſery,
Tim. Long live fo, and ſo die. J am quit.
Apem, Mo things like men- :
Eat, Timon, and abhor them. [Exit Apetnan.
; | Enter the Banditti. |
1 Band. Where ſhould he have this Gold? It is
ſome poor Fragment, ſome flendert Ort of his Re-
mainder: The meer want of Gold, and the falling
from off his Friends, droye him into this Melancholy
2 Band. It is noisd | 6
He hath a Maſs of Treaſure.
; C3 A 3 Band.
54 TIMON ATHENS.
3 Baud. Let us make the aſſay upon him, if he care
not for't, he will ſupply us eaſily: If he covetouſly
reſerve it, how ſhall's get it? |
2 Band. True; for he bears it not about him.
Tis hid. |
1 Band. .Is not this he ?
All. Where?
2 Band. Tis his Deſcription.
3 Band. He: I know him,
All. Save thee, Timon,
Im. Now Thieves.
All. Soldiers not Thieves. |
Zim. Both too, and Womens Sons.
All. We are not Thieves but Men
That much do want. bs
Tm. Your greateſt want is, you want much of Meat.
Why ſhould you want? Behold, the Earth hath Roots,
Within the Mile break forth an hundred Springs;
The Oaks bear Maſts, the Briers Scarlet Hips,
The bounteous Huſwife Nature, on each Buſh,
Lays her full Meſs before you, Want? why want >
” +
1 Band. We cannot live on Graſs, on Berries, Water,
As Beaſts, and: Birds, and Fiſhes, (Fiſhes,
Nm. Nor on the Beaſts themſelves, the Birds and
You muſt eat Men. Yet thanks I muſt you con,
That you are Thieves profeſt; that you work not
In holier Shapes; for there is boundleſs Theft
In limited Profeſſions, Raſcal Thieves,
Here's Gold. Go, ſack the ſubtle Blood o'th' Grape,
Till the high Feaver ſeeth your Blood to Froth,
And ſo ſcape hanging. Truſt not the Phyſician,
His Andidotes are Poiſon, and he ſlays |
More than you Rob: Take wealth, and live together,
Do Villany do, ſince you proteſt to do't, 9
Like Workmen, I'll Example you with Thievery:
The Sun's 4 Thief, and with his great Attraction
Robs the vaſt Sea, The Moon's an Arrant Thief,
And her pale fire ſhe ſnatches from the Sun.
The Sea's a Thief, whoſe liquid Surge reſolves
'The Meon into Salt Tears. The Earth's a Thief,
That feeds and breeds by a compoſture ſtoln
From gen'cal Excrement: Each thing's a Thief. _
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Timon ff ATHENs 55
The Laws, your curb and whip, in their roughPower
Has uncheck d theft. Love not your ſelves, away,
Rob one another, there's more Gold; Cut Throars ;
All that you meet are Thieves: To Athens go,
Break open Shops, nothing can you Steal (give you
But Thieves do loſe it: Steal not leſs, for this I
And Gold confound you howſoever. Amen. (Exit.
3 Band. He's almoſt charm'd me from my Profeſſion,
by perſwading me to it.
1 Band. Tis in the malice of Mankind, that he thus
adviſes us, not to have us thrive in our Myſtery.
2. Bind. T'll believe him as an Enemy. |
And give over my Trade. RT (cime
1 Band, Let us firſt ſee Peace on Athens, there is nn
ſo miſerable but a Man may be true [Eveant Thieves.
„ #6 -K. . ee thee cr. x r he fn. r . e . r. ar ax. th G. .
e
2 | |
. S CE N E the Woods and Timon's Cave.
3
7 | Entcy Flavius to Timon.
Hav. & N H you Gods!
Is yond deſpis'd and ruinous Man my E-xd
Full of decay and failing? Oh Monument
And wonder of good Deeds, evilly beſtow'd! made
What an alteration of honour bas deſp'rate want
What viler thing upon the Earth, than Friends,
Who can bring nobleſt Minds to baſeſt Ends,
How rarely does it meet with this times guiſe,
What Man was wiſht to love his Enemies:
Grant JI may ever love, and rather woo
Thoſe that would miſchicf me, than thoſe that do,
Hals caught me in his Eye, I will preſent my honeſt
Grief Unto him; and, as my Lord, ſtill ſerve him
with my Life, my deareſt Maſter. N
Tim. Away: What art thou?
Flay, Have you forgot me Sir? j
Tim, Why doſt ask that? I have forgot all Men- |
Then if thou grun'ſt tttart a Man, | |
J have. forgot. thee... G. 4 Hau 0
56 Timon of ATHENS.
Hav. An honeſt poor Servant of yours.
Tim, Then I know.thee not: '.
7 ne'er had an honeſt Man about me, I, all
I kept were Knaves, to ſerve in Meat to Villains;
Flav, The Gods are witneſs, * TE.”
Never did poor Steward wear a truer Grief
For his undone Lord, than mine Eyes for you.
Im. What doſt thou weep? Come nearer, then !
love thee | |
Becauſe thou art a Woman, and diſclaim'ſt
Flinty Mankind; whoſe Eyes do never give,
But through Luſt and Eaughter. Pity's Sleeping;
Strange times that weep with laughing, not wit!
| weeping. T 2 |
Hav. I beg of you to know me, good my Lord,
T accept my Grief, and whilſt this poor wealth laſts,
To entertain me as your Steward ſtill.
Tim. Had I a Steward
So true, ſo juſt, and now ſo comfortable?
ic almoſt turns my dangerous Nature wild.
i et me behold thy Face: Surely, this Man-
Was born of Woman.
Forgive my general and exceptleſs raſhneſs,
You perpetual ſober Gods. I do proclaim
One honeſt Man; Miſtake me not, but one.
No more I pray, and he's a Steward.
How faia would I have. hated all Mankind,
And thou redeem'ſt thy ſelf: but all to fave thee,
J fell with Curſes: | |
Methinks tliou art more honeſt now than wiſe 3
For, by oppreſſing and betraying me,
Thou mighr'ſt have ſooner got another Service,
Por many ſo arrive at ſecond Maſters, |
Upon their firſt Lord's Neck. But tell me true,
For I muſt ever doubt, though ne'er. ſo ſure,
Is not thy kindneſs ſubtle, covetous, _ (Gifts,
Is't not a uſering Kindneſs, and as rich Men dea!
Expecting in return twenty for one? . (Breaſt
Hav. No, my moſt worthy Maſter, in whoſe
Doubt and SuſpeR, alas, are plac'd too late, (feaſt ;
You ſhould have fear'd falſe times, when you did
Sufpe& ſtill comes where an Eſtate is leaſt. 7 18
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And flouriſh with the higheſt.
TiMON F ATHENS. 57
That which I ſhew, Heay'n knows, is meerly Love,
Duty, and Zeal, to your unmatch'd Mind, |
Care of your Food and Living: And believe it,
My moſt hononr'd Lord, |
For any benefit that points to me,
Either in hope, or preſent, I'd exchange
For this one With, that you had power and Wealth
To requite me, by making rich your ſelf,
Tim. Look thee, *tis ſo ;' thou ſingly honeſt Man:
Here take; the Gods out of my Miſery,
Have ſent thee Treaſure. Go, live rich and happy.
But thus condition'd ; thou ſhalt build from Men:
Hate all, Curſe all, ſhew Charity to none,
But let the famiſh'd Fleſh {ſlide from the Bone,
Ere thou relie ve the Beggar. Give to Dogs
What thou deny'ſt to Men. Let Priſons ſwallow em
Debts wither em to nothing, be Men like blaſted
Woods,
And may Diſeaſes lick up their falſe Bloods,
And fo farewel, and thrive. _ |
Hav. O let me ftay and comfort you, my Maſter-
Im. If thou hat'ſt Curſes,
Stay not; Fly, whilſt thou art bleſt and free:
Ne' er fee thou Man, and let me ne'er ſee thee.
FExeunt.
Euter Poet and Painter.
Pain, As I took note of the place, it cannot be far
Where he abides. 5
Poet. What's to be thought oſ him?
Does the Rumour hold for true;
That he's ſo fall of Gold.
Pain. Certain
Alcibiades reports it: Phrynia and Tmandrs
Had Gold of him, he likewiſe enrich'd
Poor ſtragling Soldiers, with great quantity“
'Tis ſaid, he gave unto his Steward
A mighty Sum. |
Poet. Then this breaking of his
Has been but a try for his Friends?
Pain. Nothing elle : | :
You ſhall ſee him a Palm in Athens again,
Therefore,
58 Timon F AT HEN e.
Therefore, tis not amiſs, we tender our Loves.
To him, in this ſuppos'd diſtreſs of his:
It will ſhe vy honeſtly in us, |
And is very likely to load our purpoſes
With. what they travel for,
If it be a juſt and true Report, that goes
Of his having.
Poet. What have you now
To preſent unto him?
Pain. Nothing at this time .
But my Viſitation: Only I promiſe him
An excellent Piece. 5 |
Poet. I muſt ſerve him ſo too; 5
Tell him of an intent that's coming toward him.
Pain. Good as the beſt, | FF
Promiſing is. the very Air o' th' Time;
It opens the Eyes of Expectation.
Performance is ever the duller for his.a&.
And but in the plainer and ſimpler kind of People,
The deed. of Saying is quite out of uſe... |
To promiſe, is moſt Courtly and Eaſhionable,
— ee is a ne e, or | ar an,
ich argues a great. Sicknefs in his Judgment
This nes i. S7 wefs in his Judgment
| Enter Timon from his Cave,
Tims Excellent Workman,
Thou canſt not paint a Man ſo bad
As is thy ſelf. | 8
Poet. T am thinkining, 5
What I ſhall ſay I have provided for him: 1
It muſt be a perſonating of him himſelf;
A Satyr againſt the ſoftneſs. of Proſperity,
With a Diſcovery, of the. infinite Flatteries
That follow. Yauth and Opulency.
Nm. Muſt thou needs =
Stand for a, Villain in thine own Works?
Wilt thou whip thine own Faults in other Men?
Do.ſo, I have Gold for thee.
Poet. Nay let's ſeek him.
Then do we. Sin agaiaſt our own Eſtate,
When we may profit meet, and come too late.
Pain.
TimMoN ff ATHENS. 59
Pain. True:
When the Day ſerves before black corner'd Night;
Bind that thou wanteſt' by free and offer d light
Come. a
Im. T'll meet you at the turn,
What a God's Gold, that he is worſhip'd
In a baſer Timple, than where Swine feed?
Tis thou that rigg'ſt the Bark, and plow'ſt the Foam,
Settleſt admired reverence in a Slave,
To thee be worſhip, and thy Saints for aye:
Be crown'd with Plagues, that thee alone obey.
Tis fit I meet them.
Poet, Hail! worthy Timon.
Pain. Our late noble Maſter.-.
Im. Have T*once liv'd to ſee two honeſt Men?
Poet. Sir, having often of your Bounty taſted,
Hearing you were tetir'd, your Friends fall'n off,
Whoſe thankleſs Natures, Oh abhorred Spirits!
Not all the Whips of Heay'n are large enough --====
What! to you!
Whoſe Star-like Nobleneſs gave Life and Influence
To their en. Being! I am rapt, and cannot cover
The monſtrous bulk of this Ingratitude
With any fize of Words. |
Tim. Let it go,
Naked Men may ſee't the better: |
You that are honeſt; by being what you are;
Make them beſt ſeen and known. |
Pain. He, and my ſelf,
Have travell'd in the great Shower of your Gifts,
And ſweetly felt it. | |
Dm. Ay, you are honeſt Men...
Pain. We are- hither come.
To offer you our Service.
Im, Moſt honeſt Men!
Why how ſhall I requite you? |
Can you eat Roots, and drink cold Water? no!
Both, What we can do,
We'll do, to do you Service.
Tim. Y'are honeſt Men;
Ycwve heard that I have Gold,
1 am ſure you have, ſpeak Truth, y'are honeſt 1 5
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6 - Timon of ATHEN<«.
Pain. So it is ſaid, m. Noble Lord, but therefore
Came not my Friend,
um. Good honeſt
Beſt in all Athens, thop'rt indeed the beſt,
Thou counterfeit'ſt moſt lively.
Pain. So, ſo, my Lord. 5
Tim. Een ſo, Sir, as I ſay. And for thy Fiction,
Why thy Verſe ſwells with ſtuff ſo fine and ſmooth
That thou art even Natural in thine Art.
But for all this, my honeſt natur'd Friends,
I muſt needs fay you have a little Fault,
Marry 'tis not monſtrous in you, neither wiſh 1
Lou take much pains to mend. W's
Both, Beſeech your Honour:
'To make it known to us.
Zim. You'll take it ill.
Both Moſt thankfully, my Lord.
Im. Will you indeed?
Both. Doubt it not, worthy Lord:
In. There's never a one of you but truſts a Knaye,
That mightily deceives you.
Both. Do we, my Lord?
Tim. Ay, and you hear him cogg, ſee him diſſemble;
Know his groſs patchery, love him, feed him,
Keep him in your Boſom, yet remain aſſur d
That he's a made up Villain. |
Pain, I know none ſuch, my Lord.
Poer Nor I.
Tim. Look you,
I love you well, III give you Gold,
Rid me theſe Villains from your Companies; 1
Hang them, or ſtab them, drown them in the drauglis
Ce »nfound them by ſome Courſe, and come to me,
{11 give you Gold enough.
Both. Name them, my Lord, let's know them,
Tim. You that way, and you this;
But two in Company: |
Each Men apart, all ft agls and alone,
Yet an Areh Villain keeps him Company:
If where thou art, two Villains {ball not be,
TIE Come
an; thou dra wilt a Counterfeit
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Timon ff ATHENS. 6,
Come not near him. If thou would'ſt not refide
But where one Villain is, then; him abandon.
Hence, pack, there's Gold, ye cams for Gold, yeSlayes
You have work for me ; there's Payment, thence,
You are an Alchymiſt, make Gold of that : |
Out Raſcal Dogs. [Beating and driving em out
Enter Flavius and two Senators.
Hav. Ir ĩs in vain. that you would ſpeak with 7/m0n,
For he is ſet ſo only to himſelf,
That nothing but himſelf, which looks like Man,
Is friendly with him. |
1 Sens Bring us to his Cave.
It is our part and promiſe to thi Athenians
To ſpeak with Timon. .
2 Sen. At all times alike | ' |
Men are not ſtill the ſame; *twas Time and Griefs
That fram'd him thus. Time with his fairer Hand,
Offering the Fortunes of his former Days,
The former Man may make him; . us to 1
And chance it as it may.
Flav. Here is his Cave:
Peace and Content be here, 7imon ! Timon | !
Look out, and ſpeak to Friends: Th Athenians _
By two of their moſt reverend Senate greet thee 5
| Speak to them, Noble Imon.
Enter Timon out of his Cave.
Tm. Thou Sun that .comfort burn,
Speak and be hang :
For each true Word a Bliſter, 6d 3 falſe
Be as a Cauterizing to the root o'th' Tongue,
Conſuming it with ſpeaking.
1 Sen. Worthy Timon. _
Im. Of none but ſuch as you,
And you of Timon.
2 Sen. The Senators of Athens greet thee, Timon
Tim. I thank them.
And would ſend them back the Plague,
Could I but catch it for them.
1 Sen, O forget
What we are forry for our ſelves in thee
The Senators, with one conſent of Argh
Intreat
62 TimoN of ATHENS.
Intreat thee back to #hens who have thought.
On ſpecial Dignities, which vacant lie ?
For thy beſt uſe and wearing.
2. Sen. They confeſs. |
Toward thee, forgetfulneſs too general groſs,
Which now: the publick Body, which doth ſeldom
Play the Recanter, feeling in it ſelf ;
A lack of Nmon's Aid, hath Senſe withal
Of it's own fail, reſtraining Aid to Ton,
And ſends forth us to make their ſorrowed render
Together with a Recompence more fruitful
Than their Offence can weigh down by the Dram,
Ay, even ſich heaps and ſums of Love and Wealth,
As ſhall to thee blot out what Wrongs were theirs,
And write in thee the Figures of their Love,
Ever to read them thine. | ;
Tim: You witch me in it. |
Surprize me to the very brink of Tears:
Lend me a Fool's Heart, and a Woman's Eyes,
And i' II beweep theſe Comforts, worthy Senators.
I Sen. Therefore ſo pleaſe thee to return with us,
And of our Athens, thine and ours:to take
Fhe Captainſhip, thou ſhalt be met with Thanks,
Allowed with abſolute Power, and thy good Name
Live with Authority? ſo ſoon we ſhall drive back
Of Alchibiades the approaches wild, e
Who like a Boar too ſavage, dothi root up
His Country's Peace. |
2 Sen. And ſhakes his threatning Sword
Againſt: the Walls of Athems. : :
1 Sen. Therefore, Timon -=--« .
7m, Well Sir, I will? therefore Iwill Sir: thus
If 4/cibiades kill my Countrymen,
Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
That Timon cares not. But if he ſack fair Athen,,
And take our good ly aged Men by th' Beards,
Giving our Holy Virgins to the ſtain
Of contumelious, beaſtly mad-brain'a War;
Then let him know, and tell him Timon ſpeaks it,
In pity of our Aged, and our Youth. .
I cannot. chuſe but tell him that I care not,
enen.
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TIMON of ATHENS. 63
And let kim take't at worſt ; for their Knives care not
While you have Throats to anſwer. For my ſelf,
There's not a whittle in th' unruly Camp, |
But I do prize it at my Love, before
To reverend'ſt Throat in Athens. So I leave you
To the Protection of the proſperous Gods,
As Theves to Keepers.
Flav, Stay not, all's in vain.
Tim, Why T was writing on my Epitaph.
It will be ſeen to Morrow. My long ſickneſs
Of Health and Living, now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things. Go, live ſtill.
Be Alcibi ades your Plague; you his 5:
And laſt fo long enough.
1 Sen. We ſpeak in vain.
Tim. But yet I love my Country, and am not
One that rejoices in the common wrack,
As common Brute. doth put it, |
1 Sen. That's well ſpoke. |
Im. Commend me to my loving Countrymen. |
1 Sen, Theſe Words become your Lips, as they paſs
thro' them. wn
2. Sen. Andenter into our Ears like great Triumphers
In their applauding Gates. 3
Tm. Commend me to them.
And tell them, that to ceaſe them of their Griefs,
Their fears of Hoſtile Strokes, their Aches, Loſſes,
Their Pangs of Love, with other incident throws
That Nature's fragile Veſſel doth ſuſtain
In 1 uncertain Voyage, Iwill ſome kindneſs do
them. 1 |
Fll teach them to prevent wild. £cib:ader's Wrath.
2. Sen. I like this well, he will return again.
Tim, J have a Tree which grows here in my Cloſe,
That mine own uſe invites me to cut down,
And ſhortly muſt 1 fell it. Tell my Friends,
Tell Athens, in the frequence of decree,
From high to low throughout, that whoſo pleaſe |
To ſtop Affliction, let him take his taſte; |
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Come hither &er my Tree hath felt the Ax,
And hang himſelf. T-pray you do my greeting.
Hav. Trouble him no further, thus you ſtill ſhall
Find him. RD |
Tims.
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64 TimMoN off ATHENC.
Tm. Come not to me again, but ſay to Athens,
Timeon hath made his Everlaſting Manfion _
Upon the beached Verge of tbe ſalt Flood,
Which once a Day with his emborſſed Froth
The turbulent Surge ſhall cover, thither come,
And let my Graye-ſtone be your Oracle:
Lips, let ſour words go by, and Language end:
What is amiſs, Plague and Infection mend,
Graves only be Mens Works, and Death their Gain.
Sun, hide thy Beams, Imon hath done his Reign.
OTF EY ee oe ee Timon
I Sen. His Difcontents are unremoyeably coupled
to NARKTe: 5 (v0 K ĩ 8 5
2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead; let us return,
And ſtrain what other means is left unto us
In our dead Peril. 8 | :
I: Sen. requires ſwift foot een.
Enter two other Senators, with a Meſſenger.
1. Sen. Thou haſt painfully diſcoyer'd; are Files
As full as they report ? | 1
= Mef. T have ſpoke the leaſt.
Beſides his Expedition promiſes preſent approach.
2 Sen. We ſtand much hazard, if they bring not
Timon. 3 2, 5
Meſ. I met a Courier, one mine ancient Friend,
Whom though in general part we were opppos'd,
Vet our old love made a particular force,
And made us ſpeak like Friends. This Man was riding
From Alcibiades to Timon's Cave, |
With Letters of Intreaty, which imported
His Fellowſhip Ith* cauſe againſt your City.
In part for his ſake moy'd. |
Enter the other Senators.
1 Sen. Here come our Brothers. = |
3 Sen. No talk of 7imoy, nothing of him expect,
The Enemies Drum is heard, and fearful ſcouring
Doth choak the Air with Duſt. In, and prepare,
Ours is the Fall, I fear, our Foes the Snare [ Exeant.
Enter a Soldier in the Woods, ſeeking Timon.
Sol. By all Deſcription this ſhouid be the Place.
Who's
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Who's hear? Speak ho.---No anſwer ?---What is this?
Dimon is dead, who hath ont-ſtretch'd his Span,
Some Beaſt read this; there does not live a Man.
Dead ſure, and this his Grave ; what's on his Tomb ?
I cannot read; the Character I'll take with Wax;
Our Captain hath in every Figure skill,
An aged Interpreter, tho young in Days:
Before proud Aibens he's ſet down by this, f
Whoſe Fall the mark of his Ambition is. [uit,
SCENE II. The Walls of Athens.
Trumpets ſound. Enter Alcibiades with his Power.
Alc. S ound to this coward aud laſcivious Town,
Our terrible approach. |
| [Sound a Parley. The Senators appear upon the Walls,
Till now you have gone on, and filPd the Time
With all icentious Meaſure, making your Wills
The ſcope of Juſtice. Till now my ſelf, and ſuch
As ſlept within the ſhadow of your Power,
Have wander'd with our traverſt Arms, and breath'd
Our ſufferance vainly. Now the time is fluſh,
When crouching Marrow in the bearer ſtrong
Cries, of it ſelf, no more: Now breathleſs wrong,
Shall ſit and pant in your great Chairs of eaſe,
And purſy Inſolence ſhall break his Wind
With fear and horrid flight. |
Sen. Noble and young;
When thy firſt Griefs were but a meer Content
Ere thou hadſt Power, or we had cauſe to fear,
We ſeat. tothee, to give thy Rages Balm,
To wipe out our Ingratitude, with Loves
Above their quantity.
2 Sen. So did we woo
Lransformed Iimon to our City's Love
By humble Meſſage, and by promis'd Means:
We were not all unkind, nor all deſerve
The common ſtroke of War.
1 Sen, Theſe Walls of ours |
Were not erected by their Hands, from whom
You haye receiv'd your Grief: Nor are they ſuch
That
66 Timon F ATHENS.
That theſe great Towers, Trophies, and Schools
ſhould fall
For private Faults in them.
20 Sen. Nor are they living |
Who were the Motives that you firſt went out,
Shame, that they wanted Cunning in exceſs,
Hath broke their Heart, March, Noble Lord,
Into our City with thy Banners fpread,
Zy Decimation and a tithed Death;
If thy Revenges hunger for that Food
Which Nature loaths, take thou the deſtin'd tenth,
And by the hazard of the ſpotted die,
Let die the ſpatted, CP
1 Len. All have not offended:
For thoſe that were, it is not ſquare to take,
On thoſe that are, Revenge: Crimes, like Lands,
Are not inherited. Then dear Countrymen,
Bring in thy Ranks, but leave without thy Rage,
Spare thy Athenian Cradle, and thoſe Kin i
With thoſe that have offended, like a Shepherd,
Approach the Fold, and cull th' Infected forth,
But kill not all together.
2 Sen, What thou wilt, 1
Thou rather ſhalt enforce it with thy Smile,
Then hew to't with thy Sword.
1 Sen. Set but thy Foot | 5 |
Againſt our rampir'd Gates, and they ſhall ope :
Sn thou wilt ſend vhy gentle Heart before,
To ſay thou'lt enter friendly.
2 Sen. Throw thy Glove,
Or any token of thine Honour elſe,
That thou wilt uſe the Wars as thy Redreſs,
And not as our Confuſion: All thy Powers
Shall make their harbour in our Town, till we
Have ſeal'd thy full deſice.
Alc. Then there's my Glove, =
Deſcend, and open your uncharged Ports,
Thoſe Enemies of 7/m0x's, and mine own,
* Whom you your ſelves ſhall ſet out for Reproof,
Fall, and no more; and to attone your Fears
With my more noble Meaning, not a Man
Shall paſs his quarter, or offend the Stream
Of
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ools of regular Juſtice in your City's bounds
th,
But ſhall be remedied by your publick Laws,
At heavieſt anſwer. : |
Both. *Tis moſt nobly ſpoken.
Alc. Deſcend, and keep your Words,
Enter a Meſſenger, ©
M.f My noble General, Ion is dead,
Entomb'd upon the very hem o'th* Seas,
And on his Graveſtone, this Inſculpure, which
With Wax I brought away; whoſe ſoft Impreſſion
Interprets for my poor Ignorance.
[Alcibiades reads the Epitaph.]
Here Iyes à wretched Gourſe, of wretched Soul bereft,
S. ck not my Name: A Plague conſume you Caitiffs left,
Here lye I Timon, who all living Men hate,
Paſs by, and curſe thy fill, but flay not here thy Gate.
Theſe well expreſs in thee thy latter Spirits :
Tho' thou abhorr'd'ſt in us our human Griefs,
Scorn'dſt our Brains flow, and thoſe our drople“s,
From niggard Nature fall; yet rich Conceit (which
Taught thee to make vaſt Neptune weep for aye
On thy low Grave; on Faults forgiven. Dead
Is noble Timon, of whoſe Memory „„
Hereafter more. Bring me into your City,
And I will uſe the Olive with my Sword,
Make War breed Peace; make Peace ſtint War,
make each 4
Preſcribe to other, as each other's Leach.
Let our Drums ſtrike. | [Excunt.
Timon of ATHENs. 67
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Advertiſement.
7 E RE AS J. Tonfon, and his Accomplices, haue
. undertaken to print, or more properly pirate all Shake-
ſpears PLAYS, and have publiſh'd ſeveral of the ſaid
PLAYS in a very incorrect and imperfect Manner, printed
on a very bad Letter, in the major Part of which there are a
great Number of Omiſſions, occaſioned thro Careleſneſs or Igno-
france, and in all Probability by both, whereby the P L A VS
ſo pirated by the ſaid J. Tonſon in Conjunction with his
Accomplices are render d unintelligible and of no Service.
Tet in order to caſt the ſame Odium on the PLAYS Beauti-
fully and correctly printed by R. WALK ER, which .
Tonſon's maim'd Edition juſtly deſerve, they have c:uſed
an Advertiſment to be figned by Mr. Chetwood, Prompter
of Drury-Lane Play-houſe, which is ſo abſurd and imper-
tinent, that it is thought very proper to make the following.
Anſwer. |
| HEREAS an Advertiſement was inſerted in ſeveral
of the News Pupers, ſigned William Chetwood, in
Relation to R. Walker's Edition of Shakeſpear, I think
my ſelf obliged to ſpem the Publick, that the ſaid Advertiſe
ment is Foolilh, Falſe and Scandalous ; and a Groſs Im-
Poſition on the Publick. 1
Fooliſh zn a Fellow to thruft himſelf officiouſly and imperti-
nently in # Buſineſs which no ways concerns him, and that too
ar the Expence of that Modeſiy, which he has, with a great
deal of Affectation, always pretended to; for nothing cam
certainly be ſo vain or impudent as this Prompter's anſwering
publickly to a Charge that was never brought againſt him; no
ſuch Thing having been ever inſinuated by Mr. Walker, as
- that he made uſe of any Copy obtained from him, for it would
be of xo more Scrwice to have his Marks of Exits, Entrances,
Properties, &c. than it would be to print any of tha Proll,
Y other Rubbiſb written by himſelf. ©
Falſe
Falſe in ſaying Mr. Walker's Edition has innumerable
Errors in it, and is not as ated at the Theatres: but this i;
a Falſhood that almoſt every Reader is able to diſcover, who,
without doubt, can junge of this as weil as the Prompter, the
Canale-Snuffer, ur any other Servant in the Houſe,
And Scandalous, in ſaying, The Right of the Proprietors
#s $aſely intoaded ; fr ij they had any Right they would try
it, \ which they have been oftentimes oall'd upen to do, by
And laftly. A Groſs Impoſition on the Publick, fo
be wenies, that he ever compared the Plays printed by My.
Walker with thoſe printed by Mr. Tonſon; and us Chet-
wood ſays himſelf, that he has a Share in ſome of Shake-
ſpear's Plays, I ſubmit it to the Publick, whether he did
not fon that Au verti ſement wn Purpoſe to ſerve a mn.
A Specimen of ſome of Tonfon's Omiſſions
and Blunders in the Tragedy of King
Lear, which render the [ame nſelefs and
unintelligible. En.
| 1 N :the firſt Place be is wrong in his Title 3 be calls it the
Lie and Death of King Lear; the original Title by
Shakeſpear, was only King Lear, a Tragedy, and when
alter d aud reviv'd by N Tate, Eſq; The Hiſtory of King Lear,
and his three Daughters 3 how cam it be called The Life and
Death of King Lear, when in the Play as it has been ated
for near fifty Tears Iaſt paſt (tho Tonſon's ſpurious Edition
Hus him on the Stage) King Lear, at the Concluſton of the
Play remains alive, amd gives bis Daughter Cordelia in
Marriage to Edgar, Son to Glocefter.
In the fecond Place, he has omitted the Prologue to the
ſame Tragedy, as well as obe Epilogue, whioh was ſpoken by the
Celebrated Mrs. Barry. h |
In the third Place, he has Printed it from an errontus Kul-
ion ; in which there is not one Scene in the whole, as Acted
* the Theatres, weither hnrit die ſame Beginning er Ending.
Belides
Beſides what is alread, obſer vd, there are innumerrble O-
miſſions and Bluuders in his other Plays, inſomuch that there
i ſcarce one Play that is Perfedt; ſome want Frontiſpices
ome the Titles, and in ſeveral others, whole Scenes, half Pa-
ges, and Speeches, are entirely omitted: So that each Vol. of
Tonſon's, is nothing but à Compound of mangled Scraps and
Nonſenſe. And I believe, every conſiderate Perſon wil allow,
that à neat and correct Play is cheaper at Four-pence, than
s mangled aud incorrect one, Printed ou a Mixture of good and
bad Paper, is at Three- pence.
The following Plays are al ready publiſhed
of Shakeſpear's Works.
The Firſt. Volume.
I. Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. TI. Julius Ceſar.
III. The Life and Death of Crook-back d Richard. IV. The
Life and Death of Thomas Lord Cromwell, V. The Tempeſt,
or the Inchanted Iſland. VI. The Merry Wives of Windſor,
with the Humours of Sir John Ealftaff.
The 8 eon V olume.
I. Macbeth. II. Othelle, Moor of Venice. III. The frft
Part of Henry IV. with the Humours of Sir Joſm Falſtaff.
IV- Titus Andronicus, V. The London Prodigal. VI. Meas
ſure for Meaſure, . | |
The Third Volume.
I. Pericles, Prince of Tyre. II. King Lear, and his
Three Daughters III. The Puritan or the Widow of Watling
Street. IV. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. V. Antony and
Cleopatra. VI. The Second Part of Henry IV. containing
his Death, the Coronation of Henry V. and the Humours of
Sir John Falſtaff,
The
The Fourth Volum by”
LY Locyine, The Eldef Son of King Brutus, II. 3 John
Oldcaſtle, The Good Lord Cobham. III. Timon of Athens.
The Comedy of The Merchant of Venice, which ;;
already gulli. a by Tonſon, will in a few Days be publiſb
by me, wherein will be ſhewn above a hundred Miſtakes in
r hat Play publiſp'a by J. Tonſon, which makes it evi den
that all the Plays Publiſh 1 by him, and his Accomplices, art
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Again, if any Syracuſan born
Come to the Bay of Epheſus, he dies; |
His goods confiſcate. to the Duke's diſpoſe,
Unleſs a thouſand marks be levied
To quit the penalty, and ranſom him.
Thy ſubſtance, valu'd at the higheſt rate,
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My woes end likewiſe with the evening ſun.
Duke. Well, Syracuſan, ſay in brief the cauſe,
Why thou departed'ſt from thy native home ;
And for what cauſe thou cam'ſt to Epheſus.
Zgeon, A heavier task could not have been impos d,
Than I to ſpeak my grief unſpeakable:
Vet that the world may witneſs that my end
Was wrought by nature, not by vile offence,
T'11 utter what my ſorrow gives me leave.
In Syracuſa was I born, and wed
Unto a woman, happy but for me,
And by me too, had not our hap been bad:
V 1th her | liv'd in, o, our we lth i: cre:s d,
By proſperous voyages I often made
To Epidamnum, till my fador's death;
And he great ſtore of goods at random leaving
Drew me from kind embracements of my ſpouſe:
From whence my abſence was not ſix months old,
Before her ſelf (almoſt at fainting under N
The pleaſing puniſhment that Women bear)
Had made proviſion for her followiug me,
And ſoon and ſafe arrived where I was.
There ſhe had not been long, but ſhe became
A joyful mother of two goodly fons; |
And, which was ſtrange, the one ſo like the other,
As could not be diſtinguith'd but by name,
* Fhat very hour, and in the ſelf-ſame inn,
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Made daily motions for our home return:
Unwilling I agreed; alas, too ſoon !
We came aboard. © - } _
A league from Epidamnum had we (ail'd,
Before the always wind obeying deep
Gave any tragick inſtance of our harm;
But longer did we not retain much hope:
For what obſcured light the heavens did grant,
Did but convey unto our fearful minds
A doubtful warrant of immediate death;
Which tho' myſelf would gladly have embrace d.
Yet the inceflant weeping of my wife, |
Weeping before for what the ſaw muſt come,
And piteous plainings of the pretty babes
That mourn'd for taſhion, ignorant what to fear,
Fore'd me to ſeek delays for them and me:
And this it was, (for otber means were none)
The Sailors {ought for ſafety by our boat,
And left the ſnip then ſinking ripe to us;
My wife, more careful for the elder born,
Had faſten'd him urto a ſmall ſpare maſt,
Such as ſèa · aring men provide for ſtorms;
Jo him one of the other:t wins was bound,
Whiiſt I' bad been like heedtul of the other.
The children thus dispos'd, my wife and 1,
Fixing eur eyes on whom our care was fiat,
Faſten'd ourſelves at either end the maſt,
And floating ſtraight, obedient to the ſtream,
Were carry d towards Crintb, as we thou: ht.
At length the fun gazing upon the earth
Diſpers'd thole yapours that offended: us;
And by the benefit of his wiſh'd light
The ſea was calm, and we diſeovered
Two ſhips from tar making amain to us,
Of Grrinth that, of Epidaurus this; 9
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Gather the lequel by that went before. | |
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Ageon. Oh ha 'the gods 's one ſo, I! Pad not now
Worthily term'd them mercileſs to us;
For ere the ſhip; could meet by twice five leagues,
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Which being violently born upon, |
Our helpleſs ſhip was ſplitted. in the midſt; |
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Fortune had left to both of us alike
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Her part, poor foul, ſeeming as burdened
With leſſer weight, but not with leſler wo,
Was carried with more ſpeed before, the wind,
And in our ſight they three were taken up
By fiſhermen of Corinth, as we thoug ht. |
At length another ſhip had ſeiz'd — as 2
And knowing whom it was their hap to ſave,
Gave helpful welcome to their ſhipwrackt —
And would have reft the fiſhers of their Prey,
Had not their bark been very ſlow of fail : _
And n home ward didi they bend their courſe.
Thus have you heard me fever'd om my blifs,
That by misfqrtunes was my life prolong'd,
To tell ſad ſtories of my own-mitha
Duke. And for the ſakes of then thou forrow'lt
Do me the fayour to dilate ar full (for
What hath be fall'n of them and thee ill now. -
geen. My youngelt boy, and yet my eldeſt 225
At eighteen years became inquiſirive
After his brother, and importun'd me,
That his attendant, (for his caſe was ine
Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name,)
Might bear him company in queſt of him:
Whom,- whilſt L labour'd of a love to ſee,
I hazarded the loſs of whom I lov'd.”
Five ſummers have I ſpent in fartheft Geeste,
Roaming clean through the bound of Aa,
And coaſting homeward, came to Epheſus :
Hopeleſs to find, yet Toath to leave ene
Or that, or any place that harbours men. 5
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Could all my travels warrant me they live.
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Againſt my crown, my oath, my. dignity,
Which princes would, they may not diſanul,
My ſoul ſhogld ſac as advocate for thee,
But tho thou art adjudged to the Death,
And paſſed ſentence may not be recall'd,
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Try all the friends thou haſt in Epheſus,
Beg thou, or borrow to make up the ſumſ,
And live: if not, then thou art doom'd to die:
Jai lors take him to thy cuſtod e:
Jail. I will, my lord.
geon. Hopeleis and helpleſs doth Egeon wend,
But to procraſtinate his hveleſs end. IErxeune.
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r Enter Antipholis of Syracuſe, à Merchant, and Dromio.
Mer. Herefore give out, you are of Epidammnum,
Leſt that your goods too ſoon be conhicate,
This very day a Syracuſan merchant TEE
Is apprehended for arrival here;
And not being able to buy out his life,
According to the ſtatute of the town,
Dies ere the weary ſun ſet in the weſt:
There is your money that I had to keep.
Ant. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we hoſt,
And ftay there, Dromio, till I come to thee :
Till that I' view the manners of the town,
Within this hour it will be dinner-time,
Peruſe the traders, gaze upon the buildings,
And then return aud fleep within mine inn;
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For with long travel I am ſtiff and weary :
Get thee away. bo. 5
Dro. Many a man would take you at his word, |
And go indeed, having fo good a means. [Exit Dromio.
Ant. A truſty villain, Str, that very oft, EDS
When I am dull with care and melancholy,
Lightens my humour with his merry jeſts.
What, will you walk with me about the town,
And then go to the inn and dine with me?
Mer. I am invited, Sir, to certain merchants,
Of whom | hope to make much benefit:
I crave your pardon. Soon at five a clock,
Pleaſe you, I'll meet with you upon the mart,
And afterward conſort you till bed-time: _
My preſent buſineſs calls me from you now.
Ant. Farewel till then: I will go loſe my ſelf,
And-wander up and down to view the city.
Mer. Sir, I commend.you to your own content. For
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Ant. He that commends me to my own content, WI
Commends me to the thing I cannot get. Ee ;
I to the world am like a drop of water, ;
That in the ocean ſeeks another drop, | An
M ho falling there to find his fellow forth, N
Unſeen, inquiſitive, cunfounds himſelf; | He
So I, to find a mother and a brother, M
In queſt of them unbappy loſe myſelf. |
Enter Dromio of Epheſus. | -
Here comes the almanack of my true date, | T]
M nat new? how chance thou art return'd fo ſoon? W
E. Dro. Return'd to ſoon! tather approach'd too late:
J he capon burns, the pig falls from the ſpit, Þ &£
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She is ſo hot becauſe the meat is cold;
The meat is cold becauſe you come not home; |
You come not home becauſe you have no ſtomach
You have no ſtomach having broke your faſt:
But we that know what *tis to faſt and pray,
Are penitent for your default ro-day,
Ant. Stop in your wind, Sir; tell me this, I pray, |
Where you have left the money that I gave you ?
E. Tro. Oh, "fix pence that I had a Wedneſday laſt, -
To pay the ſadler for my miſtreſs'ꝰ crupper?
The ſadler had it, Sir; I kept it not. 5
Ant. JI am not in a ſportive humour now;
Tell me and dally mt, where is the money?
Me being ſtrangers here, how dar'ſt thou truſt
So great a charge from thine own cuſtody z
F. Dre, I pray you jeſt, Sir; as you fit at dinner:
I from my miſtreſs come to you in poſt,
If I return, I ſhall be poſt indeed;
For ſhe will {core your fault upon my pate:
Methinks your maw, like mine, ſhould be your cloak,
And ſtrike you home without a meſſenger. |
Ant. Come, Dremio, come, theſe jeſts are out of ſea-
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Relerve them' till a merrier hour than this:
Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee
E. Dre. To me, Sir; why, you gave no gold to me.
Ant. Come on, Sir krave, have . your fooliſhneſs,
And tell me how thou haſt diſpoſ d thy charge?
E. Dro, My charge was but to fetch you from the mart
Home to your houſe, the Phenix, Sir, to dinner;
My miſtreſs and her ſifler ſtay for uu.
Ant. Now eas I am a chriſtian anſwer me,
In what ſafe place you have beſtowvw' d my money;
Or F ſhall break that merry ſeonce of yours,
Th-t ſtar ds on tricks when I am undiſpos d:
Where are the thouſand marks thou hadſt of me ?
E. Pro. T have. ſome marks of your upon my pate;
Some of my miſtreſs marks upon my ſhoulders; =
But not a thouſand marks between you both.
It I ſhould pay your worſhip thoſe again,
Perchance you will not bear them patiently. |
Ant, Thy miltrels' marks? what miſtreſs, ſlave, haſt
thou?
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E. Dyo. Your worſhip's, wife,” my miſtreſs, at th
Phenix. _
She hu 0 doth faſt "al come homer dis
And prays that. you w Il yop you Home, to .
Ant. What, wilt thou flout me t hus unto my face,
Being forbid! 7 there take vou that, Sir knave. |
E. Dro. What mean you, , Sir? r God fake hold
your. hands ; 15 z 2: 4 784 110 .
Nay, an you will not; sir, Il rake ny. —
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Ant. Upon my "lifes by: ſome device or other,
The villain;is- cler - wrought of all my Money.
They ſay, this town is full of couſenage:
As, nimble juglers, that deceive the eye;
Par k-working forcerers, that change the mind;
* Soul-killing witches, that deform the body:
© Diſguiſed cheaters, prating'mountebanks, |
* And many ſuch like liberties of fin:
If it prove fo, I will be gone the ſooner, '
I'll to the Centaur, to go ſeek this flaye «7 300
I greatly fear way money is not fafe. f LE.
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3 Adriana and Luciana.
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Luci Perhaps ſome merchant has psd bim.
And from the mart he s ſomewhere gone to dinner:
Good ſiſter, let us dine; and never fret. 585 1
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They'll go or come; if ſo, be patient, ſiſter.
Aar. Why ſhould their liberty t han ours be more : ?
Luc. Becauſe their buſineſs fy lies out a-door.
Aur. Lock, when Tſerve' him ſo, he takes it ill.
Luc. Oh, know he. is the bridle of your will.
Adr. There“ s none but aſſes will be bridled fo.
Luc. Why, head-ſtrong liberty is Jaſhr'wi. h wo.
There's noch in ſicüate under heav'n's .
But hath its bound in earth, in ſea, and Sky:
The beaſts, the fiſhes, and the winged fowls,
Are their male's ſubjects, and at their controuls.
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Adr. How if your Husband ſtart ſome other where?
Luc, Tillthe come home again Iwould forbear:
Aar. Patience unmpwd, no marvel tho! ihe. paul : 2
They can be meek that have no other ane 3A]
A wretched ſoul bruis'd with adverfity,
We bid be quiet when d hear t cry;
But were we burden'd with Mke weight of pain
As much, or more We ſhould vur ſelves complain;
So thou chat haſt no unkind mate to grieve thee,
With urgin helpleſs 85 patience would'ſt reheve me
But if thou 1 ive to ſee Hke 1 righ* bereft, e
This fool-bego'd" patience in these will be Jefr,-
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For in concluſion, he did beat me there.
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E. Dro. Nay, he's at two hands with me, and that
my two ears can witneſs, 45 | It
Adr. Say, didſt thou ſpeak with him? know'ſt thou
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E. Dre. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear,
Be ſhrew his hand, I ſcarce could underſtand it.
Tuc. Spake he ſo doubtfully, thou couldſt feel his mean -
. Dro. Nay, he ſtruck fo plainly, T could too well
feel his blows; and withal fo doubtſully, that I conid
icarce underſtand them. 5 i |
Adr. But lay, I pr'ythee, is he coming home?
It ſeems he hath great care to pleaſe his wife.
E. Dro, Why, miſtreſs, ſure my maſter is horn- mad.
Adr. Horn- mad, thou villain ? ;
E, _ I mean not euckold-mad; but ſure he's ſtark-
Whenl deſir'd him to come to dinner,
*Tis dinner-time, quoth I? my gold, quoth he:
Your meat doth burn, quoth I ? my gold, quoth he:
W here is the thouſand marks I gave thee, villain 2
The pig, quoth1, is burn'd; my gold, quoth he,
Will you come, quoth I? my gold, quoth he:
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I know, quoth he, no houſe, no wife, no miſtreſs Se
So that my errand, due unto my tongue,
I thank him, I bare home upon my ſhoulders :
Adr. Go back again, thou flaye, and fetch him home,
E. Dro. Go back again, and be new beaten home?
Adr. Back, flave, or Iwill break thy pate acroſs.
E. Dro. And he will bleſs that eroſs with other beating:
Between you I ſhall have a holy head.
Adr. Hence, prating peaſant, fetch thy Maſter home.
E. Dro. Am I ſo round with you as you with me,
T hat like a foot-ball you do ſpurn me thus ?
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You ſpurn me hence, and he will ſpurn me hi:her
f ] laſt in this ſeryice, you muſt caſe me in leat!l er.
SCENE II.
Luc, Fie, how impatience lowreth in your face!
Adr, Hiscompany muſt do his minions grace,
Whilſt I at home ſtarve for a merry look:
Hath homely age th alluring beauty took
From my Poor cheek ? then. he hath waſted it.
Are my diſcourſes dull? barren my wit?
If voluble and ſharp diſcourſe be marr'd,
Unkindneſs blots it more than marble hard. =
Do their gay veſtments his affections bay ? '
That's not my fault: he's maſter of my ſtate,
M hat ruins are in me that can be found,
By him not ruin'd ? thenis hethe ground
Of my defeatures. My decayed fair
4 ſunny look of his would ſoon repair.
But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale, |
And feeds from home; Poor I am but hisſtale;
Tuc. Self-harming jealouſie; fe, beat it hence.
Adr. Unfeeling fools can with ſuch wrongs diſpenſe :
I know his eye doth homage other- where
Or elſe what lets it but he would be here?
Siſter, you know he promis'd me a chain,
Would that alone, alone he would detain,
So he would keep fair quarter with his bed,
I ſee the jewel beſtenameled :
Will loſe his beauty; yet the gold bides ſtill
That others touch, and often touching will:
Since that my beauty car not pleaſe his eye. 2
Hil weep what's leit away, and weeping die.
Luc. How many fond fools ſerve mad jealouſ e.
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Eurer Antipholis of Syracuſe,
Ant. J. HE Sold I'gave to Dromio is laid >
Safe at the Centaur, and the rene ſla ve
Is wander'd forth in care te ſeek me out.
By computation, and mine hoſt's report,
I could not ſpeak with Dromio, ſince at .
I ſeat him {ods the mart. See here, he comes.
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As you love ſtroak ſo jeſt with me ag aim
You know no Corr? you receiv no gold?
Your miſtreſs ſent xo have me home to dinner;
My houſe was at the Phenix? waſt thou mad, |
That thus ſo madly thon'didfbanfwer ime?
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S. Dr: did figt Tee you ſince. you ſent me hence
Wem to the CHD Wirk the gold veu gave me.
Ant. Villain, thou didſt deny the gold's We
And told'ſt me. Of 4 miſtrefs RY 1. inter;
For which I Rope thon felt'ſt Las diſpleasd.
S. Dre. Tm glad to ſèe You in this merry vein:
What means this jeſt, I ptay you, maſter, tell me?
Aut. Vea, doſt thou il, and flout me of the teeth?
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Th" wo i for my fool, and chat with you.
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When the fo ſhines let fooliſh gnats make ſport,
But creep in crannies when he hides his beams:
And faſhion your demeanour to my looks;
Or I will beat this method in your ſconce.
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thefe blows to ong, ny muſt 15 A ſconce for oy head,
Why, firſt Br ooo rey ; 180 TU here.
Pos for urgin: iR the ſecon time to me.
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SCENE V.
Enter Adriana and Luciana.
Agr. Ay, ay Antipholis, look ſtrange and frown,
* other miſtreſs hath ſome ſweet alpekts,
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FS. Dre. I durſt n denyd that, before you were
ſo cholerick.
Ant. By what rule, Sir?
S. Dre. Marry, Sir, by a rule as pain asche plain |
bald pate of father Time himſelf,
pu Let's hear it.
S. Dro. There's no time for 2 man ro bremer bi
hair thar grows bald by. nature. FR
Ant. May he not do it by fine and recovery?
S. Dro. Yes, to pay a fine for a peruke, anc recover
the loſt hair o another man.
Ant. Why is Im ſuch a niggard of hair, being,
as it is ſo plentiful an excrement ?.
S. Dro. Becauſe it is a bleſſing that he beſtows on
beaſts, and what he hath ſcanted m in hair, he
hath given them in wit.
Ant. Why, but there $ many A man. hath more
hair than wit.
S. Dro Not a man of thoſe but he hath the wit to
1Joſ. his hair.
„ Au. Why, thou diaſt conelude Hairy men plain
dealers without Wit.
S. Dro. The plainer Jealer, the PR 16g; yet he
loſeth it in a Und of jollity. , We |
Ant. For what reaſon? . .
S. Dro. For two, and ſound ones too.
_ 3 „not ſound'« ones, I pray you.
ure ones then.
455 . Na 5 not ſure in a thing falling, |
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T am not Auri ana, nor thy wife.
The time was once, when thou unurg'dſt wouldſt yow
© That never words were muſick to thine ear,
That never object pleaſing in thine eye,
That never touch well welcome to thy hand,
© That never wert ſweet- ſavour'd in the taſte,
© Unleſs I ſpake, or look'd, or touch'd, or cary'd.
How comes it now, my husband, oh how comes it,
That thou art thus eſtranged:from thy ſelf?
Thy ſelf I call it, being ſtrange to me:
That undividable incorporate
Am better than thy dear ſelf's better part.
Ah do not tear away thy ſelf from me:
For know, my love, as eaſie may'ſt thou fall |
A drop of water in the breaking gulph, _ —
And take unmingled thence that drop again,
Without addition or d miniſning,
As take from me thy ſelf; and not me too.
How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,
Sbould'ſt thou but hear I were lic-ntious ?
And that this body, conſecrate.to thee,
By ruflian luſt ſhould be contaminate? _
Would'ſt thou not ſpit at me, and ſpurn at me,
And hurl the name of husband in my face,
And tear the ſtain'd skin of my harlot-brow, And
Ant, Name them. .
S. Dro. The one to ſave the money that he f. ends
in tyring; the other, that at dinner they
not drop in his porridge. 8 *
Ant. You would all this time have proy'd, there is
no time for all things. Ne
S Dro. Marry, and did, Sir ; namely, no time to
recover hair loſt by nature. |
Ant, But your reaſon was not ſubſtantial, why
there is no time to recover.
S. Dro. Thus I mend it: Time himſelf is bald, and
therefore to the world's end will have bald followers.
Ant. I knew 't ou'd be a bald conclufion.
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And from my falſe hand cut the wedding-ri ring.
And break it with a deep divorcing vow? 8
Know thou cawſt; and Nette ee Tee thou doi it.
I am poffeſod with art adulterate blot'!'
My blood is mingled with the erime of tuft :
For if we two be one and thou play falſe, 50
* ting Pdifbn of my fleſh, 5 3
Being fru: peted by thy contagi nia
Keep then 55 league and true With chy true bed; 5
J live diſtain'd, thou undiſhonoured. 2
Ant. Plead youtb me, fair dame? 1 know you not:
In Epheſus T am but two hours old. X
As ſtrange*unto'your rown as to ybur talk.
Luc. Lie, brother, how the world is eng d with
When were you wont to ufe my fiſter thus?” ao
She ſent for yo 8 ed Uirmer.. I” 1
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S. Dro. B 87. <* *
Aar. By thee; and 00 dag return from hie,
That he did buffet chee, Hh Be bes, :
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Ant. Villain thou lieſt; for even her very words
Didſt thou deliver to me on the marrr.
S. Dra. L never ſpake with her in my life.
Aut. How can ſhe thus then call us by our names.
Unleſs it be by. inſpiration? 11
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it rong, you are from me exempt,
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Thou art an elm, my Husband, I a vine:
Whoſe weakneſs marry'd to thy ſtronger ſtate.
Makes me with thy ſtrength to communicate;
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Ifought poſſefs thee from me, it is droſs,
Uſurping ivy, brier, or idle moſs ;
Who all for want of pruning, with intruſion,
Infect thy iap, and live on thy confulion. |
nt. To me ſheſp*aks; the moves me for hex theam;
What, was I marry'd tother in my dreams ©)
Or ſleep I now, and think | hear all this?
hat Error drives our Eyes and ears amils ?
Untill 1 know this ſure uncertainty, | ©
VII entertain the favour'd fallacy.
Luc. Dromio, go bidhthe ſervants ſpread for Dinner.“
2 e , Ae longer will T be a fool,
o put the finger in the eye and weep :
W Hic man and matter Hugh my IN to ſcorn,
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Huchand, I' dine above with you to day,”
And ſhrive you of a thouſand idle pranks ;
Sirrah, if any ask you fan your maſter,
Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter:
Come, filter ; Dromio, play the: porter well; 2
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S. Dro. Oh for my beads, I croſs me for a ſinner,
This is the Fazry land: oh ſpight of ſpights;
We talk with goblins, owls and elviſh ſprights;
If we obey them not, this will enſue,
They'll ſuck our breath, and pinch us black and blue.
Luc. Why prat'ſt thou to thy lelf,, _
Dromio, thou Dromio, ſnail, thou ſlug, thou lot,
F. Drs, i am transformed, maiter, am | not ?
Ant. | think thou art in mind, and ſo am .
F. Dro. Say, maſt-r, both in mind and in my ſhzj e.
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Lac. If thou art chang'd to ought, tis to. an aſs,
F. Pro. * Tis true, the rides me, and I long for graſs, I
'Tis fo, J am aa als; elſe it could never be, i"
But 7 ſhou'd know her as well as ſhe knows me. I
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Ant. Am I in earth, in heav'n, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking, mad or well advis'd?
Known unto theſe, and to my ſelf diſguis d?
F'll ſay as they ſay, and preſerver ſo;
And in this miſt at all adventures go.
S. Dro. Maſter, ſhall I be porter at the gate?
Adr. Ay, let none enter, leſt I break your pate. 5
Duc. Come, come, Antipholis, we dine too late.
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AC TH SEENE L
The Street before Antipholis's Houſe.
Enter Antipholis Epheſus, Dromio of
Epheſus, Angelo, and Balthazar.
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OOD Signior Angelo, you muſt excuſe us:
My wife is ſhrewiſh when I keep not hours:
Say, that I linger d with you at your ſhop
To ſee the making of her ꝶ carnakee t..
And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
But here's a villain that would face me down
He met me on the mart, and that I beat him;
And charg'd him with a thouſand marks in gold;
And that I did deny my wife and houſes <= _
Thou drunkard thou, what didſt thou mean by this? *
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E. Dro. Say what you will, dir, but I know what !
| know | 2
That yon beat me at the mart, I have your hand to ſhow:
If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave
were ink, | i
Your handwriting would tell you what I thir k.
E. Ant. I think, Oc. 9
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I think thou art an aſs, _ .
E. Dro. Marry, ſo it doth appear
By the wrongs I luffer, and the blows I beat;
I mould kick being kickt; and being at that paſs,
You would keep from my heels, and beware of an als,
E. Ant. V' are ſad, Signfor * Pray God our
cheer
May anſwer my good will and your good welcome. *
But ſoft; my door is lock d; 17 Bo. bid them let us in.
K. Dro. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cifly, Gillian.
F. Dro, within. Mome, malt horſe, capon, coxcomb,
idiot, patch.
Either get thee from the door, or ſet down at hs batch : :
Doſt fo, conjure tor wenches, that thou calb' it for ſuch
| ore, :
* hen « one is one : too many ? 80, get thee from the door.*
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and your good welcome.
Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, Sir, — your wel-
come dear. |
E. Ant. Ah Signior Balthazar, either at fleſh or fiſh,
A table full of welcome makes ſcarce one dainty diſh. -
Bal. Goed Sir, is common that every churl .
E. Ant. And welcome more common; for that's no-
ring but words.
P * Small cheer, and good welcome, makes. a merry
2 |
E, Ant. Ay, to a niggardly hoſt, and more ſparing
_- gueſt:
But though my cates be mean, take them i in good
* art; 4
| —. 1 cheer may you have, but not with better heart.
But ſoft, my door is lockt, Cc.
* get thee from the door. =
E. Dro, What patch is made our porter ? my maſter
ays in the ſtrect.
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E. Ant. Are you chere, wife? you might have come 7
before.
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S. Dro. Let him walk Fromm whonee he came, leſt
he carch hold on's feen:
E. Aut. Who talk s within there 2, hea, none they door.
S. Dro. Right; Sir, III. tell you when, an go i" tell
me wherefore. 164 Ji
E. Ant. Wherefore po for _ dinner + 1 baue not
din'd to-day. 5 10 TOTS
8. Dro. Nor to day here you muſt not: come again
when vou may. [is 001 SiH 21 2 L
g. Ant. What art thou that | keep me out from the
houſe I owe ?
D. The porter for this time; Sir, and my name
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vl E. Dro. O villain, thou kaſt ſtolm both mine office
' oh 1 and my name. kt 23170 1460 13 4 4.4 4 vi . *
The one ne er got me credit, the other mickle blame; ;
If thou had'ſt Seen Dromivo ro-day-i iu my place,
Thon would'ſt have changed thy face for a nam e,
or thy name For af aß. tod 21 Cate Boot) AS:
Tae. within. Whats =—_ is"there, Drone?” Who
are thoſe at the ? EDO 20G ui
E. Dro: Tet my ma er „ Lite. en
Euce. Faith, no; he comes too late; |. TAE
And fo tell your maſter. ; fn OK Ye
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E. Au, Do. you. hear, y you minton, n. us
in, T hope ? : .
Luc, I thought to have askt you. © |
S. Dro. And you laid, no. A
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Adr. Vour wife, Sic knave! 1 8⁰ get you from the
gate, *
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E. Dro. So, come ink well truck, there was blow
for blow.
E. Ant. Thou baggage, let me in.
Luce. Can you tell for whoſe ſake?
E. Dro. Maſter, knock the door hard.
Luce. Let him knock "ill it ake! |
E. Ant. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the
door down:
Luce. What needs all that, and a pair of focks'ih
the town?
Aar. within. Who i 18 that > Se.
2 go get you From: che Fire;
E. Dro. If you went in pain, maſter, this knave
would go ſore.
Aug. Here is neither cer sir, nor welcome; ;
we would fain have either.
Bal. In debating which was beſt, we mall part
with neither.
E. Dro. They ſtand at the door maſter ;\ 3 bid chem
welcomes hither. © .
E. Ant. There's ſomething in che vine that we
cannot get in. ;
E. Dro. You would fay fo, maſter, if your gar-
ments were thin.
Your cake here is warm within: ye "you Rand here i in
the cad. nnn net $00
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It would maks © a wan as a as buck to be 85
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E. Ant. Go fetch me OF peer e Til break ope
the gate, „ on Svad clvrat ative
S. Dro. Break any breaking here, and i break
your knave's pate.
E. Dro. A man may break a word with you, Sir,
and words are but wind;
Ay, and break it in one” face, fo he break it not
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Ani. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an iron crow, H
Bal. Have patience, Sir; oh let it not be thus. T
8 you war againſt your reputation, A
And draw within the compaſs of ſuſpect B.
Th' unviolated honour of your wife. — =
Once this; your long experience of her wiſdom, (k
Her ſober virtue, years and modeſty, U
Plead on her part ſome cauſe to you unknown; ol
And doubt not, Sir, but ſhe will well excule | L*
Why at this time the doors are barr' d againſt you.
Be rul'd by me, depart in patience,
And-let-us tb the Yer all to dinner, —
And about evening come yourſelf alone,
To know the reaſon of this ſtrange: reſtraint.
If by ſtrong hand you offer to break in,
Now in the ſtirring paſſage of the day,
A vulgar comment will be made of it;
And that ſuppoſed by the common rout,
Aga ainſt your yet ungalled eſtimation,
at may with foul intruſion enter ing
And dwell upan your graye when you are dead;
For dander l ives upon ſucceſſion,
For ever hous d where it once gets poſſeſſiooon.
E. Ant. Vou have prevail'd; I will depart in quiet,
And in deſpight of mirth mean to be merry. |
I know of excellent diſcourſe, . .
Pretty and witty, wild; and yet too, gentle; |
There will-we dine: this woman that | mean,
N ly wite | (but proteſt without delt)
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E. Dro. Here 8 too much; ; out "_ thee; : I pray thee
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E. og Well, P 1 break i in, go berrow me a erow.
E. Dro. A erow without feather, maſter, mean you ſo?
For a fiſh without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather :
Ifa crow help us in, firrab, we'll pluck a crow togerkon
E. Aut. Go, get thee gone, Ge 'T)
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Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal ;
To her will we to dinner. Get you home,
And fetch the Chain ; by this 1 know 'tis made 8
Bring it, I pray you, to the Porcupine;
For there's the houſe: that chain 1 will beſtow,
(Be it for nothing but to ſpite my Wife,)
Upon mine hoſtels there, good Sir, make haſte :
Since my own Doors refuſe to entertain me.
I'll knock elſewhere, to ſee if they'll diſdain me. |
Ang. LY meet you at that place, ſome hour, Sir
8 |
E. Ant. Do ſo; this jeſt ſhall coſt me ſome Expence.
8 ¶Exeunt
SCENT IE.”
The Houſe of Antipholis of Epheſus.
Fnter Luciana, with Antipholis f Syracuſe,
. ND may it be, that you have quite forgot
| A husband's Office? ſhall, Antipholis,
Fy'n in the ſpring of love, thy love-ſprings rot?
Shall love in buildings grow ſo ruinate ?
If you did wed my Siſter for her wealth,
Then for her wealth'-ſake uſe her with more kindnaſs;
Or if you like elſewhere, doit by ſtealth, |
Muffle your falſe love with ſome ſhew of blindneſs ;
Let not my Siſter read it in your eye; a
Be not thy tongue thy own ſhame's Orator ;
Look ſweet, ſpeak fair; become difloyalty :
Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger
Bear a fair preſence, tho' your heart be tainted;
Teach fin the carriage ofa holy faint,
Be ſecret falſe : what need ſhe be acquainted ?
What ſi mple thief brags of his own attaint ?
Tis double wrong, to truant with your Bed,
And let her read it in thy looks at board ;
Shame hath a baſtard-fame, — us managed;
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26 Dye Comedy of Errors.
Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word:
Alas poor women, make us but believe
(Being compact of Credit) that you loves;
Tho' others have the arm, ſhew us the ſleeve:
We in your motion turn, and you may move us.
Then, gentle Brother, get you in again |
Comtort my ſiſter, chear her, call her wife;
*T is holy ſport, to be a little vain, | 5
M hen the ſweet breath of flattery conquers ſtrife,
S. Ant. Sweet miſtreſs; what your name is elſe I knoy
not OSS
Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine:
Leſs in your knowledge and your grace you ſhow not,
Than our Earth's wonder, more than earth divine.
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and ſpeak ; .
Lay open to my earthly groſs conceit,
Smother d in errors, feeble, ſhallow, weak,
The foulded meaning of your words deceit ;
Againſt my ſoul's pure truth why labour you,
To make it wander in an unknown. field?
Are you a God? would you create me new?
Transform me then, and to your Pow'r I'll yield.
Rut it that I am I, then will | know |
Your weeping ſiſter is no wife of mine,
Nor to her bed a homage dol owe;
Far more, far more to you do I decline:
Oh train me not, ſweet mermaid, with thy note,
To drown me in thy ſiſter's flood of Tears
Sing Siren for thy (elf, and I will dote ;
| dpread o'er the filyer waves thy golden hairs,
And as a bed I'll take thee, and there lye : |
And in that glorious ſuppoſition think
He gains by death that hath ſuch means to die;
Let love, being light, be drowned if ſhe lick,
Tuc. What, are you mad, that you do realon fo ?
S. Ant. Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know.
Luc. it is a fault that ſpringeth from your eye.
S. Aut. For gazing in your beams, fair ſun being by.
Tuc. con where you ſhould, and that will clear you
izht. | :
8. A. t. As good to wink, ſweet love, as look on nigit
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Luc. Why call you me, love? call my ſiſter ſo.
F. Ant. Thy ſiſter's ſiſter. „
Luc. That's my ſiſter.
S. Aut. No;
It is thy ſelf, mine own ſelf's better part; |
Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart,
My food, my fortune, and my ſweet hope's aim,
My ſole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.
Tuc. All this thy ſiſter is, or elſe ſhould be. |
F. Ant. Call thy ſelf ſiſter, ſweet; for I mean thee:
Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life,
Thou haſt no husband yet, nor | no wife;
Give me thy hand. Ea
Luc. Oh ſoft, Sir, hold you ill
In fetch my liſter, to get her good will, [ Exit, Luc,
SCENE III.
| Enter Dromioof Syracuſe. |
S. Ant. Why how now, Dromio, Where runt' ſt thou
ſo faſt ?
S. Dro. D' you know me, Sir? am I Dr:imo? am I
your Man ? am I my ſelf? „
F. Aut. Thou art Diomio, thou art my man, thou art
thy-jel J 8
S. Dro, Tam an als, I am a woman's man and beſides
4 Ant. What woman's man ? and how beſides thy-
elf? SS
S. Dre. Marry, Sir, beſides my ſelf, Tam due to a wo-
man; ons that claims me, one that haunts ne, one that
will have me. | 3 0
S. Ant. What claim lays ſhe to thee ? | |
S. Dro. Marry, Sir, ſuch claim as you would lap t)
your horſe, and the would have me as a heaſt : not that
I being a beaſt ſhe would have me, but that ne being a
very beaſtly creature, lays claim to me.
F. Ant. What is ſhe? | 1
S. Dro. A very reverent body; ay, ſuch a one as a man
may not peak of, without he ſay, Sir reverence : have
but lean luck in the match; and yet is ſh2 a wond' rous
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S. Ant, How doſt thou mean, a fat marriage?
S. Dro, Marry, Sir, ſhe's the kitchen-wench, and i||
greale, and I know not what uſe to put her to, but tc
make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light,
I warrant. her rags, and the tallow in them, will burn;
Peland winter: it ſhe lives till doomſday, ſhe'll turn;
week longer than the whole world. 1
S. Ant. What complection is the of ? © |
S. Dro, Swart, like my ſhoe, but her face nothing like
ſo clean kept; for why? ſhe ſweats, a man may go oyer-
ſhoes in the grim of it. | SES
$S, Ant, I hat's a fault that water will mend. |
2 S. Dro. No, Sir, tis in grain; Noah's flood could rot
O It. :
S. Ant. What's her name? |
S. Dro. Nell, Sir, but her Name is three quarters;
that is, an ell and three quarters will not mealure her
trom hip to hi- =P |
S. Ant. Then ſhe bears ſome breadth?
S. Dro. No longer from head to foot, than from hip to
hip; ſhe is ſpherical, like a globe: 1 could find out
countries in her, |
S. Ant. In what part of her body ſtands Ireland?
S. Dro, Marry, Sir, in ker buttocks; JI found jt out
by the bogs. _ ” |
S. Ant, Where Scotland? „
S. Dro. I found it out by the barrenneſs, hard in the
palm of her hand. | | |
. Aut, Where France ? | | L
S. Dre, In her forchead, arm'd and reverted, making
war againft her hair. | 34
S. Ant, Where England? _ |
S. Dro, I look d for the chalky cliffs, but I could find
no whiteneſs in them; but 1 gueſs, it ſtood in her
chin, by the ſalt rheum that ran between France and]
S. Ant, Where Spain?
S. Dre. Faith, I ſaw it not, but I felt her hot in her
breath. le:
F. Ant. Where America, the Indies? yd
S, Dro, Ch Sir, upon her nole, all oer embelliſ*
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with rubies, carbuncles, ſaphires, declining their rich
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and al atpe& to the hot breath of Spain, who lent whole arma- ö
but uu does of carracts to be ballaſt at her noſe. |
1 light S. Ant. Where ſtood Belgia, the Netherla de? ;
bun S. Dre. Oh, Sir, I did not look ſo low. To eonciude ö
turn, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me, call'd me |
Dremio, {wore | was afſur'd to her, told me what privy |
marks | had about me, as the marks of my ſhoulder, the
like mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that 1 ;
ee amaz'd, ran from her as a witch. And I think, if my
breaſt had not been made of faith, and my heart of ſteel,
ſhe had transform'd me to a curtal dog, and made me turn
Id n 1 wheel. | Te | |
nu 8. Ant. Go bie thee preſently ; poſt to the road
And if the wind blow any way from ſhore,
I will not harbour in this town to night.
ters; Ikany bark put forth, come to the mart;
e he #here I will walk ' till thou return to me:
| It every one knows us, and we know none,
1 'Tis time I think to trudge, pack and be gone.
a (0 F. Dro. As from a bear- man would run tor life, i
out So fly I from her that would be my wiſe. Exit.
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S. Ant. There's none but witches do inhabit here
And therefore tis high time that [ were hence : -
n the She that doth call me husband, even my ſoul
| Doth for a wife abhor. But her fair ſiſter,
ki Poſſeſt with ſuch a gentle ſovereign grace,
_y Of ſuch inchanting preſence and diſcourſe,
Hath almoſt made me traitor to my ſelf.
But leſt my ſelf be guilty of {elf wrong,
Rn I'll top mine ears againſt the mermaid's ſong,
and © Enter Angelo with a chain.
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Ang. Maſter Antipholis.
{0 S. Ant. Ay, that's my name.
Ang. I know it well, Sir, lo, here's the chain,
11 4 I thought t' have tane you at the Porcupine;
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The Chain unfiniſh'd made me ſtay thus long.
S. Ant. What is your will that I ſhould do with this?
Ang. What pleaſe your ſelf, Sir; 1 have made it for
OU. 5
S. Ant. Made it for me, Sir! I beſpoke it not.
Ang. Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you
have: |
Go home with it, and pleaſe your wife withal ;
And ſoon at ſupper-time I'll viſit you,
And then receive my Money for the chain.
S. Ant, I pray you, Sir, receive the Money now,
For fear you ne er ſee Chain or Money more.
Ang. You are a merry man, Sir; fare you well.
S. Ant. What 1 ſhould think of this, I cannot tell:
But this I think, there's no man is ſo vain
That would refuſe ſo fair an offer'd chain. h
I fee a man here needs not live by ſhifts, |
When in the ſtreets he meets ſuch golden gifts:
I' to the mart, and there for Dormzo ſtay;
If any ſhip put out, then ſtrait away.
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The STREET.
Enter @ Merchant, An gelo, ; and an Officer.
7 OU know ſince Pentecoſt the fum is due;
And ſince I have not much importun'd you ;
Nor now had not, but that I am bound „ |
To Perſia, and want gilders for my voyage:
Therefore make preſert ſatisfaction
Or l attach you by this Officer.
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Ts owing to me by Antipholis;
And in the inſtant that l met with you,
He had of me a Chain; at five a clock
] ſhall receive the money for the fame:
Pleaſe you but walk with me down to his houſe,
] wi | diſcharge my bond, and thank you too.
Enter Antiph, Ephe. and Drom. Ephe. as from the Cour =
tet ans.
O. That labour you may ſave: ſee where he comes.
E. Ant. While I go to the gold{mith's houſe, go thou
And buy a rope's end; that will I beſtow
Among my wite and her confederates,
For locking me out of Doors by day.
But loft; I ſee the goldſmith: get thee gone,
Buy thou a rope, and bring it home to me. |
E. Dro. I buy a thouſand pound a year; I buy a rope
2 . | [ Exit Dromio-
E. Ant. A man is well holp up that truſts to you:
I promiled your preſence, and the chain
But neither chain nor goldſmith came to me:
Belike you thought our love would laſt too long
If it were chain d together; therefore came not.
Ang. Saving your merry humour,. here's the note,
How much your chain weighs to the utmoſt carat,
The fineneſs of the gold, the chargeful taſhion,
Which do amount to three odd ducats more-
Than I ſtand debted to this gentleman ;
I pray you ſee him preſently diſcharg'd ;
For he is bound to ſea, and ſtays but tor it.
E. Ant. I am not furniſh'd with the preſent money,
Beſides I have ſome buſineſs in the town; |
Good Signior take the ſtranger to my houſe,
And with you take the chain, and bid my wife
Disburſe the ſum on the receipt thereof;
Perchance I will be there as ſoon as you.
Ant. Then you will bring the chain to her your ſelf,
E. Ant. No; bear it with you, left I come not time
enough. |
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Ang. Well, Sir, I will, haye you the chain about you ?
E. Ant. And if I have not, Sir, I hope you have: Or
e.ſe you may return without your money,
Ang. Nay come, I pray you, Sir, give me the chain,
Both wind and tide ſtay for the gentleman ;
And I to blame have held him here too long.
E. Ant. Good lord, you ule this dalliance to excuſe
Your breach of promiſe to the Porcupine :
I ſhould have chid you for not bringing it;
But like a ſhrew, you firſt begin to brawl.
Mer. The hour ſteals on; I pray you, Sir, diſpatch.
Ang. You hear how he importunes me; the chain.
E. Ant. Mhy, give it to my wife, and fetch your money,
Ang. Come, come, you know I gave it you ev'n now.
Or ſend the chain, or ſend me by ſome token.
E. Ant, Fie, now you run this humour out of breath:
Come, where's the chain? I pray you let me ee it.
Mer. My buſineſs cannot brook this dalliance :
Good Sir, ſay, it you'll anfwer me, or no;
If not, I'll leave him to the officer,
E. Ant. I aniwer you? why ſhould 7 anſwer you?
Ang. The money that you owe me for the chain.
E. Ant. I owe you none till I receive the chain.
Ang. You know I gave it you half an hour ſince. |
E. Ant. _ gave me none; you wrong me much to
ſay ſo. |
Ang. You wrong me more, Sir, in denying it;
Conſider how it ſtands upon my credit.
Mer, Well officer, arreſt him at my ſuit.
Offi. 1 do, and charge you in the Duke's name to obey
me.
Ang. This touches me in my reputation,
Either conſent to pay the ſum for me,
Or I attach you by this officer ; |
E. Ant. Conſent to pay for that / never had?
Arreſt me, fooliſh fellow, if thou dar'ſt.
Ang. Here is thy fee; arreſt him, officer;
I would not fpare my brother in this caſe,
It he ſhould ſcorn me fo apparently. |
Gf. I do arreſt you, Sir; you hear the ſuit,
E. Ant. I do obey thee till I give thee bail.
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? But, ſirrab, you ſhall buy this ſport as dear
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As all the metal in your ſhop will anſwer.
Ang. Sir, Sir, I ſhall have law in'FZpbeſus,
To your notorious ſhame, 7 doubt it rot.
SCENE Sw
Enter Dromio, Sira, ſrom the bay.
S. Dro. There is a hark of Epidamnum,
That ſtays but till her owner comes aboard;
Then, Sir, ſhe hears away. Our fraughtage, Sir,
I have convey'd aboard; and J have bought
The Oy, the Balſamum, and Aqua=-vite.
The ſhip is in her trim; the merry wind 5
Blows fair from land; they ſtay for nought at all,
But for their owner, maſter, and your lett.
Ant. How' now | a mad man! why, thou peeviſh
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What ſhip of Epidamnum ſtays for me?
S. Dro. A ſhip you ſent me to, to hire wafrage.
E. Dro. Thou drunken ſlave, I ſent thee for a rope;
And told thee to what purpoſe, and what end.
S. Dre. You ſent me for a rope's- end as ſoon:
You ſent me to the bay, Sir, for a bark.
E. Ant. 1 will debate this matter at more leiſure,
And teach your ears to liſt me with more heed;
To Adriana, villain, hie thee ſtrait,
Give her this key, and tell her in the desk
That's coyer' d o'er with Turkiſh tapeſtry
There is a purſe of ducats, let her ſend it:
Tell her I am arreſted in the ſtreet,
And that ſhall bail me; hie thee, ſlave; be gone:
On officer, to priſon till it come. Exeunt.
S. Dro. Adriana! that is where we din'd,
Where Dowſebel did claim me for her husband;
She is too big l hope for me to compals.
Thither I muſt, altho' againſt my will, |
For feryants muſt their maſters minds fulfil. [ Exit.
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34 The Comedy of Errors.
E. Antipholis's Houſe.
Enter Adriana and Luciana,
Adr. H Luciana, did he tempt thee ſo?
A Might'ſt thou perceive auſterely in his eye
That be did plead in earneſt, yea or nos - |
Look'd he or red or pale, or ſad or merrily ?! + -
What obſervation mad'ſ thou in this caſe,
Of his heart's meteors. tilting in his face?
Tuc. Firſt be deny'd you had in him aright..: .
Adr. He meant, he did me none, the more my ſpight,
Luc, Then ſwore he that he was a ſtranger here.
Adr. And true he ſwore, though yet ferſworn he
were. „„
Tuc. Then pleaded I for du.
Adr. And what ſaid he? a
Luc. That love berg d for you, he begg'd of me.
Aar. With what perſuaſion did he tempt thy love?
Luc. With words that in an honeſt ſuit might move,
Firſt he did praiſe my heauty, then my ipeech. |
Adr. Did'ſt ſpeak him fair? 5
Tuc. Have patience, I beſeech.
Adr. 1 cannot nor I will not hold me ſtill
My tongue, though not my heart, ſhall have it's will,
He is deformed, crooked, old and lere
IIl-fac'd, worſe-body d, ſhapeleſs every where;
Vicious, ungentle, fooliſh, blunt, unkind,
Stigmatical in making, worle in mind, :
Luc. Who would be jealous then of ſuck a one?
No evil loſt, is wail'd; when it is gone.
Adr. Ah! but I think him better than Iſay,
And yet would herein others eyes were worſe,
Far from her neſt the lapwing gries wa;
My heart prays for him, tho my tens ge £2 155
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Enter 8. Dromio,
make haſte,
Luc. How haſt thou loſt thy breath ?
S. Dro. By running faſt. -
Adr. Where is thy maſter, Drodpiio p is he wel]?
F. Dro. No, he's in Tartar Limbo, worle than hell;
A devil in an everlaſting garment hath him,
One whoſe hard heart is button'd up with ſteel
A fiend, a fury, pitileſs and rough,
A wolf, nay worſe, a fellow all in buff;
A back- friends a ſhoulder-clapper, one that counter
mands
The paſſages of allies, creeks, and narrew lands;
A hound that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot well;
One that before the judgment carries poor ſouls to hell.
Adr. Why man, what is the matter?
F. Dro. I do not know the. matter; he is reſted on the
caſe.
Adr. What, is 1 Gael: > tell me at whoſe ſuĩt.
S. Dro. I know not at whoſe {uit he is arreſted ; but
he's in a ſuit of buff which reſted him, that I can tell.
will you ſend him, miſtreſs redemption, the 2288 in his
desk ? =
Adr. Go fetch i it, filter, This I wonder at,
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That he unknown to me ſhould be in debt
Tell me, was he arreſted on a bond?
S. Dro. Not on a bond, but a ſtronger thing,
| A chain, a chain; do you not-hear it ring?
Adr. What, the chain?
S. Dre. No, no; the bell; tis time e that 1 were gone. *
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It was two ere I left him, and now the clock ſtrikes one.
Adr. The hour's come back, that I did never hear.
S. Dro.
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Enter Luciana.
Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it ſtrait,
And bring my maſter home immediately. |
Come, fiſter, I amr preſs'd down with conceit ;
Conceit, my comfort and my injury. { Exeuny,
SCENE V.
The STREET.
nter Antipholis of Syracuſe.
S. Ant. || Here's not a man I meet but doth ſalute me,
As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
And every one doth call me by my name. 0
Some tender money to me, fome invite me;
Some other give me thanks for kindneſles;
Some offer me commodities to buy.
Ev'n now a taylor call'd me in his ſhop,
And ſhew'd me filks that he had bought for me,
And therewithal took meaſure of my body.
Sure theſe are but imaginary wiles, -
And Lapland ſorcerers inhabit here.
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F. Dro. O yes, if any hour meet a ſerjeant, it turns
back for very fear. 5
Adr. As it Time were in debt, how fondly doſt thou
reaſon? 2 | 4 |
S. Dro, Time is a very bankroot, and owes more than
he's worth. | |
Nay, he's a thief too; have you not heard men ſay,
That Time comes ſtealing on by night and day?
It Time be in debt and theft, and a ſerjeant in the way,
Hath he not reaſon to turn back an hour in a day?
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Enter Dromio of Syracuſe.
S. Dro. Maſter, here's thę gold you ſent me for;
what, have you got the picture 6f old Adam new ap-
S. Ant. What gold is this? what Adam doſt thou
mean ? „ 35 8
S. Dro. Not that Adam that kept the paradiſe, but
that Adam that keeps the priſon; he that goes in the
calyes-skin, that was kill'd for the prodigal: he that
came behind you, Sir, like an evil angel, and bid you
forlake your liberty, | | |
S. Ant. I underſtand thee not.
S. Dre. No? why tis a plain caſe; he that went
like a baſe-viol in a caſe of leather; the man, Sir,
that when gentlemen are tired gives them a fob, and
reſts them; he, Sir, that takes pity on decay d men,
and gives them ſuits of durance; he that ſets up his
7 to do more exploits with his mace, than a moris
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* S. Ant. What! thou mean'ſt an officer?
S. Dro. Ay, Sir, the ſerjeant of the band; he that
brings any man to anſwer it that break his bond:
one that thinks a man always going to bed, and ſaith,
God give you good reſt. 3
S. Ant. Well, Sir, there reſt in your foolery.
Is there any ſhip puts forth to-night ? may we be gone ?
S. Dro, Why, Sir, I brought you word an hour ſince,
that the bark Expedition puts forth to-night, and then
were you hinder d by the ſerjeant, to tarry for the
holy Delay; here are the angels that you ſent for, to de-
liver you. | | | | =”
S. Ant. The fellow is diſtract, and fo am I,
And here we wander in illuſions;
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Cur, Well met, well met, maſter Antzpholis,
I ſee, Sir, you have found the gold{mith now:
Is this th: chain you promis d me to- day?
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Cur. S. Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner,
Or for my diamond the chain you promis d.
And P'll be gone, Sir, and not trouble ou.
S. Dre. Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail,
a ruſh, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin, a nut, a cherry
ſtone ; but ſhe mere coyetous would have a chain. Ma-
ſter be wiſe, and if you give it her, the devil will ſhake
\ her chain, and fright us with it.
Cr. I pray you Sir, my ring, or elſe the chain;
ope you do not mean to cheat meſo?
S. Ant. Avant, thou witch! came Dromio let us go.“
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. Dro. Maſter, is this miſtreſs Satan ?
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F. Pra, Nay ſhe is worſe, ſhe's the deyil's dam;
and here ſhe comes in the habit of a light wench, and
thereof comes that the wenehes ſay, God dam me, that's
as much as to ſay, God, make me a light wench, It is
written, they: appear to men'like angels of light; ligl
is an effect of fire, and fre will burn; ergo, light wenches
will burn; come not near ner. 1
Cur. Your man and you-are maryellous merry, Sir,
Will you. go with me, we'll mend our dinner here;
S. Pre. Maſter, if you do expect ſpoommeat, be-
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eat with the devil. F
S. Ant. Avoid thou fiend, what tell'ſt thou me of
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Thou art (as you are all) a ſprcereſs : ©.
I conjure thee to leave me 11 be gone.
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S. Dre. Fly. pride, ſays the peacock ; miſtreſs that
you kn. F 3
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Cir. Now out of doubt Antipbolis is mad,
Elſe would he never ſo demean himſelf. :
A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,
And for the fame he-promis'd me a chain;
Both one and other he denies me now.
The reaſon that I gather he is mad,
( Beſides this preſent inſtance: of his rage)
Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner,
Of his own doors being ſhut againſt his enterance.
Belike his wife acquainted with his fits EC
On purpole ſhut the doors againſt his way.
My way is now to hie home to his houſe,
And tell his wife; that being lunatick,
He ruſkh'd into my houſe, and took perforce
My ring away. This courſe I fitteſt chuſe 218-08 #
For torty ducats is too much to loſGG. [Exit
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Enter Antipholis e Epheſus with a Nuhr.
E. Am. 1
I'll give thee ere I leave thee ſo
mony,
To warrant the as I am reſted for.
My wife is in a wayward mood to-day,
And will not lightly truſt the meſſenger.
That I ſhould be attach'd in Epheſus,
I tell you'”ewill found harſhly in her ears. |
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Enter Dromio of i Epheſus with a rope's end.
.Hefe comes my man, I thipk he brings the mon).
How now, Sir, have you that I ſent. you for ® __.
E. Dro. Here's that I warrant you will pay them all.
E. Ant. But where's the mony 2 © © + + -/
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E. Dro. Why, Sir, I gave the money for the rope.
E. Ant. Five hundred ducats. villain, for a rope?
E. Dro. Tl ſerve you, Sir, five hundred at the rate.
E. Ant. To what end did I bid thee bie thee home ?
— 8 To a rope Send, Sir, and to that end am I re-
turn
E. Ani. And to chat end, Sir, I vin welcome ou.
[Beate Dr Os
Offi. Good Sir, be patient.
P E. Dro. Nay” tis for me to be patient, 1 am in adyer-
| Wy |
fi. Good now hold ch 7 tongue. |
E. Dro. Nay, rather perſuadc him to hold his bands,
E. Ant. Thou whorſon, ſenſeleſs villain! _ ..
E. Dro, I would I were ſenleleſe, Sir, that I might not
feel your blow.
E, ue Thou art ſenſible in noching, but blows, and ſo
EZ. Dro, I am an: ns e vou may prove it by
my long ears. I have ſery'd him from the hour of
my nativity to this inſtant, and haye nothing at his
hands for my ſervice but blows. hen I am cold,
he heats me with beating; when 1 warm, he cools
me with beating; ; 1 am wak d with it when I ſleep,
rais'd with it When I fit, driven out of doors with it
when I go from home, welcom'd home with it when
I return; nay. E bear it en my\,,fhoulders as a beg-
K r wont her brat; and I think When he. hath lam d me,
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SCENE. I.
Enter Adriara, Luciana, cute cen and Pinch,
E. Ant. Come, g⁰ along; my wiſe is coming, vonder.
E. Dro. Miſtreſs, reſpice finem, reſpect your end, or
rather prophefy like the parrot, beware the rope's end.
E. Aut. Wilt thou'ftil] talk ? Beats Dro.
Cur. How lay you nowWꝰ is not your husband rage ?.
' Adr, His incivility con firms no ſeſss.
Good doctor Pinch, v are a eonjurer,
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Eſtabliſh him in his true ſenſe again,
And I will pleaſe you what how will demand.
Luc. Alas, how fiery and how ſharp he looks!
Cur. Mark how he trembles in his extaſy |
Pinch. Give me your hand, and let me feel your pulſe,
E. Ant. There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.
Pin b. I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this man,
To yield JON to my holy prayers,
And to thy ſtate of darkneſs hie thee ſtrait,
J conjure thee by all the ſaints in heav'n.
E. Ant. Peace, doating wizard, peace, I am not mad.
Adr. Oh that thou wert not, poor diſtreſſed foul !
E. Ant. You minion you, are theſe your cuſtomers?
Did this companion ah the ſaffron face
Revel and feaſt it at my houſe to-day,
Whilſt upon me the guilty doors were ſhut,
And I deny'd to enter in my houle ?
Adr. Oh husband, God doth know you din'd at home,
Where would you had remain'd until this time,
Free from theſe ſlanders and this open ſhame.
E. Ant. Din'd at home? thou villain, what ſay'{t thou?
E. Dro. Sir, ſooth to ſay, you did not dine at home.
E. Ant. Were not my doors lock'd up, and I ſhut out?
E. Dro, Perdie, your doors were lock d, and you ſhut
out, | | ke
E. Ant. And did not ſhe herſelf revile me there?
E. Dro. Sans fable, ſhe herſelf revil'd you there.
E. Ant. Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and ſcorn
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E. Dro. Certes ſhe did, the kitchen-yeſtal ſcorn'd you.
E. Ant, And did not I in rage depart from thence ?
E, Dro. In verity you did, my bones bear witneſs,
That ſince haye felt the vigour of your rage.
Adr. Is't good to ſooth him in thoſe contraries?
Pinch, It is no ſhame; the fellow finds his vein,
Ard yielding to him, humours well his frenzy.
E. Ant. Thou haſt fu born d the goldſmith to arreſt me.
Adr. Alas I ſent you money to redeem you,
By Dromio here, who came in haſte for it. 1
E. Dro, Money by me? heart and good - will you might,
But ſurely maſter not a rag of money. 5 :
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E. Ant. Went'ſt not thou to her for a purſe of ducats ?
Adr. He came to me, and I deliver'd it. 15
Tuc. And J am witneſs with her that the did.
E. Dro. God and the rope - ma ker do bear me witneſs,
T hat J was ſent for nothing but a rope. |
Pinch, Miſtreſs, both man and maſter are poſſeſt,
I know it by their pale and deadly looks; „
They muſt be bound and laid in ſome dark room.
E. Ant. Say, wherefore didſt thou lock me forth to-
day, |
And why den thou deny the bag of gold?
Adr. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth.
E. Dro. And gentle maſter I receiy d. no gold,
But I confeſs, Sir, that we are lock d out. 1
Adr. Difſembling villain, thou ſpeak'ſt falſe in both.
E. Ant. Diſſembling harlot, thou art falſe in all,
And are confederate with a damned pack,
To make a loathſome abject ſcorn of mes
Put with theſe nails I'll pluck cut thoſe falſe eyes,
That would behold in me this ſhameful ſport.
Enter three or four, and offer to bind bim. He ſtrives.
Adr. Oh bind him, bind him, let him not come near
Fins More company, the fiend is ſtrong within
Tac. Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks;
E. 2 What, will you murther me? thou jailor
thou. = * 5
T am thy priſoner, wilt thou ſuffer them
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Oi. Maſters; let him go: N
He is my priſoner, and you ſhall not have him.
Pinch. Go bind this man, for he is frautick too.
Adr. What wilt thou do, thou peeviſh officer?
Haſt thou delight to {ze a wretched man
Do outrage and diſpleaſure to himſelf ?
Offi. e is my priſoner, if L let him gc
The debt he owes will be requir'd'of me.
Ack. I will diſcharge thee, ere I go from thee;
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Pear me forthwith unto his creditor.
| | They bind Ant. and Dro,
And knowing how the debt grows I will pay it.
Good maſter doctor ſee him ſafe convey'd
Home to my houſe. Oh moſt unhappy day!
E. Ant. Ob moſt unhappy ſt rumpet! |
E. Dro. Maſter, I'm here enter'd in bond for you.
E. Ant. Out on thee; villain! wherefore doſt thou
mad me?
E. Dro. Will 'you be bound for nothing? be mad;
ood maſter, cry the devil. | |
Luc. God help poor fouls, how idly do they talk
Adr. Go bear him hence; ſiſter, ſtay you with me.
Say now, whoſe ſuit is he arreſted at?
[ Exeunt Pinch, Ant. and Dro,
SCENE X
Manent Officer, Adri. Luci. and Curtean.
. One Angelo, a goldſmith; do you know him?
Adr. I know the man; what is the ſum he owes?
OH. Two hundred ducats. *
Adr. Say, how grow it due? .
O. Due for a chain your husband had of him. |
Adr. He did beſpeak a chain for me, but had it not,
— Cur. When as your husband all in rage co-day
Came to my houle, and took away my ring,
(The ring I ſaw upon his finger now)
Strait after did I meer him with a chain.
Adv. It may be ſo, but I did never lee it.
Come jailor, bring me where the goldimith is,
I lorg to know the truth hereof at large.
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Tac. God for thy mercy ! they are looſe again.
Adra. And come with naked ſword; _
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Let's call more help to- have them bound again.
Off. Away, they'll kill us. | They run out,
Manent Ant. and Dro, |
S. Ant. I ſee theſe witches are afraid of ſwords.
S. Dro. She that would be your wife, now ran from
S. Ant. Come to the Centaur, fetch our ſtuff from
thence: x
I long chat we were ſafe and ſound abroad.
S. Dro, Faith, ſtay here this night, they will ſurely
do us no harm; you ſaw they ſpake us fair, gave us
gold; methinks they are ſuch a gentle nation, that but
for the mountain of mad fleſh that claims marriage of
me, I could find in my heart to ſtay here ſtill, and
turn witch. |
S. Aut. J will not ſtay to-night far all the town,
Therefore away, tv get our ſtuff aboard. [ E xeunt.
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ACT N SCENE L
A Street before a Priory,
Enter the Merchant and Angelo. |
Am ſorry, Sir, that I have hinder'd you,
But I proteſt he had the chain of me,
1 ho' moſt diſhoneſtly he did deny it. 5
Mer. How is the man eſteem'd here in the city?
Ang. Of very reverent reputation, Sir,
Of credit infinite, highly beloy'd, 2
Secord to none that ſives here in the eity;
His word might bear my wealth at any time.
Mer,
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Mer. Speak loftly : yonder, as I think, he walks,
Enter Antipholis and Dromio f Syracuſe,
Ang. Tis ſo; and that ſelf chain about his neck,
Which he forfwore moſt monſtroully to have.
Good Sir, draw near to me, I'll ſpeak to him.
Signior Ant ipholis, I wonder much
That you would put me to this ſname and trouble,
And not without ſome ſcandal to your ſelf,
With circumſtance and oaths ſo to deny
This chain, which now you wear ſo openly;
Beſides the charge, the ſhame, impriſonment,
You have done wrong to this my honeſt friend,
W ho but for ſtaying on our controverſy
Had hoiſted ſail, and put to ſea to day :
This chain you had of me, can you deny it?
. Ant. I think J had, I never did deny it.
Mer. Yes, that you did, Sir, and forſwore it too.
S. Ant, Who heard me to deny it or forſwear it?
Mer. Theſe ears of mine thou knoweſt did hear thee:
Fie on thee, wretch, tis pity that thou liv'ſt
To walk where any honeſt men reſort.
S. Ant. Thou art a villain to impeach me thus.
I'll p:ove mine honour and my honeſtʒ
Againſt thee preſently,” if thou dar'it ſtand,
Mer, I dare, and do defie thee for a yillain,
| | [ They draw
SCENE II.
Enter Adriana, Luciana, Curtezan, and others,
Ac. Hold, hurt him not for God's ſake, he is mad;
Some get within him, take his ſword away:
Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my houſe. |
F. Dro. Run, maſter, run, for God's fake take a houſe ;
This is fome Priory; in, or we are ſpoil'd.
[ Exeunt to the Pricry.
Enter
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Ester Lady Abbeſs.
Abb. Be quiet People, wherefore throng you hither?
Adr. Jo fetch my poor diſt racted husband hence;
Let us come in, that we may bind him faſt,
And bear him home for his recovei x.
Ang. 1 knew he was rot in his perfect wits.
Mer, Im ſorry now that I did draw on him.
Abb. How long bath this poſſeſſion held the man?
Adr. This week he hath been heavy, ſower, ſad,
And much, much different from the man he was:
But till this afternoon his paſſion
Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. 5
Abb. Hath he not loſt much wealth by wreck at ſea?
Bury d ſome dear friend? hath not elſe his eye
Stray d his affęction in unlawful love?
A fin prevailing much in youthful men.
Who give their ey es the liberty of gazing.
Which of theſe forrows is he ſubje& to?
Adr. To none of theſe, exgept it be the laſt,
Namely, ſame love that drew him oft from home,
Abb. You ſhould for that have reprehended him,
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Adr. Why ſo I dic.
Abb. Ay, but not rough enough. "SIO
Adr. As roughly as my modeſty would let me.
Abb. Haply in 1 8
Adr. And in aſſemblies too.
Abb. Ay, but not enough.
Adr. It was the copy of our conference.
In bed he ſlept net for my urgivg it;
At board he fed not for my urging it;
Alone it was the ſubje& of my theam;
Still did I tell him it was vile and bal.
Abb. And therefore came it that the man was mad.
The venom d clamours of a jealous woman
Poiſon more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
It ſeems his ſleeps were hinder'd by thy railing,
And thereof comes it that his head is light. |
Thou ſay {{ his meat was ſauc d with thy upbraidings,
Unquiet meals mak< ill digeſtions. A
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Thereof the raging fire of fever bred;
And what's a fever but a fit of madneſs? a
T hou ſayꝰ ſt his {ports were hinder d with thy brawls.
© Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth enſue,
© But muddy and dull melancholy; © *
© Kinſman to grim and comfortleſs deſpair,
And at her heels a huge infe&ious troop
Of pale diſtemperatures, and foes to life?
In food, in ſport, and life preſerving reſt
To be diſturb'd would mad or man or beaſt :
The conſquence is then, thy jea'ous fits
Have ſcar d thy husband from the uſe of wits.
Luc. She never reprehended him but mildly,
When he demean'd himſelf rough, rude, and wildly,
Why bear you thele rebukes, and anſwer not ? |
Adr. She did betray me to my own reproof.
Good people enter, and lay hold on him,
Abb. No, not a creature enters in my houſe,
Adr. Then let your ſervants bring my husband forth,
Abb. Neither; he took this place for ſanctuary,
And it ſhall privilege him from your hands,
Till I have brought him to his wits again,
Or loſe my labour in aſſaying it.
Adr. I will attend my husband, be his nurſe,
Diet his ſickneſs, for it is my office, |
And will have no attorney but my ſelf,
And therefore let me have him home with me.
Abb. Be patient, for I will not let him ſtir,
Till I haye us'd th' approved means I have,
With wholſome ſyrups, drugs, and holy prayers.
To make of him a formal man again;
It is a branch and parcel of mine oath,
A charitable duty of my order; .
Therefore depart and leave him here with me.
Adr. I will not hence, and leave my husband here;
And ill it doth beſeem your holineſs
To l@parate the husband and the wife.
Abb. Be quiet and depart, thou ſhalt not have him.
Luc, Complain unto the Duke of this indignity.
Adr. Come go, I will proſtrate at his feet,
And never riſe, until my tears and prayers
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Have won his Grace to come in perſon hither,
And take perforce my husband from the Abbeſs.
Enter Merchant and Angelo.
Mer. By this I think the dial points at five:
Anon I'm ſure the Duke himſelf in perſon
Comes this way tothe melancholy vale ;
The place of death and ſorry execution.
Behind the ditches of the abbey here.
Ang. Upon what cauſe?
Mer. To lee a reverend Syracuſan merchant,
Who put unluckily into this bay
Againſt the laws and ſtatutes of this town,
Beheaded publickly for his offence. |
Ang. See where they come, we will behold his death,
Luc. Kneel to the Duke before he paſs the abbey.
Enter the Duke, and Fgeon bare-headed, with the
' Headſman, and other Officers.
Duke. Yet once again proclaim it publickly.
If any friend will pay the ſum for him
He ſhall not die, ſo much we tender him.
Adr. Juſtice, moſt ſacred Duke, againſt the Abbeſs.
Duke. She is a virtuous and a reverend lady;
It cannot be that ſhe hath done thee wrong,
AdraMay it pleaſe your Grace, Antipholis my husband, |
Whom I made lord of me and all 1 had,
At your important letters, this ill day _
A moſt outragious fit of madneſs took him,
That deſperately he hurry'd through the ſtreet,
With him his bondmen all as mad as he,
Doing diſpleaſure to the citizens, |
By ruſhing in their houſes; bearing thence
Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like.
Once did I get him bound, and {ent him home,
Whilſt to take order for the wrongs I went,
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That here and there his (i ury had committed:
Anon, I wot not by what ſtrong eſcape,
He broke from thole that had the guard of him,
And with his mad attendant and himſelt,
Each one with ireful paſſion, with drawn ſwords
Met us again, and madly bent on us,
Chas'd us away; till raiſing of more aid
We came again to bind them; then they fled
Into this abbey, whither we purſu'd them,
And here the Abbels ſhuts the gates on us,
And will not ſuffer us to fetch hint out,
Nor ſend him forth that we may bear him hence,
Therefore, moſt gracious Duke, with thy command,
Let him be brought forth, and horn hence for help.
Duke. Long ſince thy husband !erv'd me in my wars,
And I to thee ivgag'd a Prince's word,
When thou didſt make him maſter of thy bed,
To do him all the grace and good I could,
Go ſome of you knock at the abbey gate,
And bid the lady Abbeſs come to me.
| will determine this before | ſtir,
SCENE IV;
Enter a Meſſenger.
Meſſ. O mittreſs, miſtreſs, ſhitt and fave your elf;
My maſter and his man are both broke lool?, |
Beaten the maids a- row, and bound the doctor,
| Whoſe beard they have fing'd off with brands of fire;
And ever as it blaz'd, they threw on him
Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair;
| My maſter preaches patience to him, and the while
His man with ſeiſſars nicks him like a fool:
| And ſure, unleſs you ſend ſome preſent help,
Between them they will kill the conjurer.
Adr. Peace fool, thy maſter and his man are here,
And that is falſe thou doſt report to us.
Meſſ. Miſtreſs, upon my life I tell you true,
have not breath'd almoſt fince I did te: it.
He crys for you, and yows if he can take you,
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To ſcoreh your face, and to disfigure ou. 1
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Hark, hark, I hear him, miſtreſs 3 fly, be gone.
Duke, Come ſtand by me, fear nothing: guard with
halberds. 3
Adr. Ay me, it is my husband; witneſs you,
That he is born about inviſible,
Ev'n now we hous d him in the abbey here.
And now he's there, paſt thought of human reaſon.
SCENE V.
Enter Antipholis and Nromio ef Eph,
E. Ant. Juſtice, moſt gracious Duke, oh grant me
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Even for the ſervice that long ſince I did thee,
When I beſtrid thee in the wars, and took
Deep ſcars to ſave thy life, even for the blood
That then I loſt for thee, now grant me juſtice.
Ageon, Unlels the fear of death doth make me dote,
I 1ee my ſon Antipholis, and Premio.
E. Ant. Juſtice, ſweet Prince, againſt that woman
there;
Che whom thou gay'ſt to me to be my wife;
That hath abuſed and diſhonour'd me,
Even in the ſtrength and height of injury;
Beyond imagination is the wrong | 7
That ſhe this day hath ſhameleis thrown on me. |
Duke. Diſcover how, and thou ſhalt find me juſt.
E. Ant. This day, great duke, ſhe ſhut the doors up-
on me; |
Whilſt ſhe with harlots feaſted in my houſe.
Duke. A grievous fault; ſay woman, didſt tho u fo ?
Adr. No, my good lord; my ſelf, he and my ſiſter,
To day did dine together; to befal my ſoul,
As this is falſe he burthens me withal, "i
Luc. Ne'er may I look on day, nor ſleep on night,
But ſhe tells to your Highneſs ſimple truth.
Ang. O perjur'd woman! they are both forſworn.
In this the mad man juily chargeth them,
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E. Ant. My Liege, I am adviſed what I ſay.
Neither diſturh'd with the effect of wine,
Nor heady raſh provok'd with raging, ire,
Albeit my wrongs might make one wiſer mad.
This woman lock d me out this day from dinner
That goldſmith there, were he not pack'd with her,
Could witneſs it; for he was with me then,
Who parted with me to go fetch a chain,
Promiſing to bring it to the Porcupine,
Where Balthazar and I did dine together.
Our dinner done, and he not coming thither,
I went to ſeek him; in the ſtreet I met him,
And in his company that gentleman.
There did this perjur'd gold{mith ſwear me down,
That I this day from him receiv'd the chain,
Which God he knows I ſaw not; 'for the which
He did arreſt me with an oſhcer, |
I did obey, and ſent my peaſant home
For certain ducats ; he with none return'd.
Then fairly I beſpoke the officer
To goin perſon with me to my houſe.
By th'way we met my wife, her ſiſter and
A rahble more of vile confederates;
© A meer anatomy, a mountebank,
© Athread-barejuggler, and a fortune teller,
© Areedy, hollow-ey'd, ſharp-looking-wretch,
A living dead man. This pernicious {lave
Forſooth took on him as a corjwer ;
And gazing in my eyes, feeling my pulſe,
And with no face, as twere out-ta:ing me,
Cries out I was poſſeſt. Then all together
They fell upon me, bound me, . bore me thence,
And ina dark and dankiſh vault at home
There left me and my man, both bound together;
Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds aſunder,
I zain'd my freedom, and immediately
Ran hither to your Grace, whom I beſeech
To give me ample latista&tion | Fi
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That he din'd not at home, but was lock'd out.
Dake. But had he ſuch a chain of thee, or no?
Ang. He had, my lord; and when he ran in here,
'T hele People ſaw the chain about his neck.
Mer. Beſides Iwill be fworn theſe ears of mine
Heard you confeſs you had the chain of him,
After you firſt forlwore it on the mart,
And thereupon I drew my ſword en you;
And then you fled into this abbey here,
From whence I think you're come by miracle.
E. Ant. I never came within theſe abbey walls,
Nor ever didſt thou draw thy ſword on me;
I never ſaw the chain, ſo help me heav'n;
And this is falſe you burthen me withal,
Duke. Why, what an intricate impeach is this?
T think you all have drunk of Czrce's cup,
Tf here you hous'd him, here he would have been,
If he were mad, he would not plead ſo coldly :
You ſay he din'd at home, the gold{mith here
Denies that ſaying, Sirrah, what ſay you?
E. Dre. Sir, he din'd with her there, at the Porcu-
ies © .
Cur. 3 did, and from my finger ſnatch'd that ring.
E. Ant. Tis true, my Liege, this ring I had of her.
Due. Saw ſt thou him enter at the abbey here?
Cur, As ſure, my Liege, as I do ſee your Grace.
Duke. M hy this is ſtrange; go call the Abbeſs hi-
ther ; .
I chink ydu are all mated, or ſtark mad.
5 LEx. one to the Abbe ſs.
SCENE VI.
Fgem. Wall mighty Duke, youchlate me ſpeak a
word: .
Haply I ſee a friend will ſave my life,
And pay the ſum that may deliver me.
Duke. Speak freely, Sracuſan, what thou wilt.
Agecn. Is not your name, Sir, call'd Antiphylis ?
And is not that your bond-man Dormio? |
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But he, I thank him, gnaw' d in two my cords,
Now am I Dromio, and his man unbound.
Ægeon. I am ſure both of you remember me. |
E. Dro. Our ſelves we do remember, Sir, by you;
For lately we were bound as you are now.
You are not Pinch's patient, are you, Sir?
Ageon. Why look you ſtrange on me? you know
me well. 3 . Ed
E. Ant. I neyer ſaw you in my life till now.
Zgecn, Oh! grief hath chang'd me ſince you ſaiv
me laſt. 5 ; 1
And careful hours with time's deformed hand
Have written ſtrange defeatures in my face;
Eut tell me yet, doſt thou not know my Voice?
E. Ant. Neither. |
Agen. Dromio, nor thou &
E. Dro. No, truſt me, nor J.
Agecn. I am ſure thou doſt. |
E. Dro. I, Sir? but I am ſure I do not; and what-
ee a man denies, you are vow bound to believe
Im.
AÆgeon. Not know my voice! oh time's extremity,
Haſt thou ſo erack'd and ſplitted my poor tongue
In ſeven ſhort years, that here my only ſon
Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares?
* Tho! now this grained face of ruin be hid
* In ſap-conſuming winter's drizled ſnow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up;
Vet hath my night of life ſome memory,
My waſting lamp {ome fading glimmer left
My dull deaf ears a little ule to hear:
All theſe old witneſſes, cannot err,
© Tell me thou art my fon Antipbolis.
E. Ant. I never law my Father in my life.
Ageon. But ſeven years lince, in Syracuſe bay,
Thou know'ſt we parted ; but perhaps my ſon,
Thou ſham'ft t' acknowledge me in miſery. |
E. Ant. The Duke, and all that know me in the city,
Can witneſs with me that it is not fo:
I necr (ſaw Syracuſa in my life. |
Luke, I tell thee, Syracuſan; twenty years
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Have I been patron to Antipholis,
During which time he ne'er {aw Syracuſa ;
I ſee thy age and dangers make thee dote.
SCENE VIL
Enter th: Abbeſi, with Antipholis Syracuſan and Dro-
mio Syracuſan,
Abb. Moſt mighty Duke, behold a man much wrong'd,
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Adr. I ſee two husbands, or mine eyes deceive me.
Duke, Ore of thele men is Genius to the other;
And ſo of theſe which is the natural man,
And which the ſpirit ? who deciphors them?
S. Dro, I, Sir, am Driimio, command him away,
E. Dro. I, Sir, am Dromio, pray let me ſtay.
S. Ant. Fgeon, are thou not? or elſe his ghoſt ?
S. Dro. O, my old maſter ! who hath bound him here?
Abb. Whcever bound him, I will looſe his bonds,
Ard. gain a husband by his liberty.
Speak, old Ægecn, it thou be'ſt the man
J hat hadſt a wife once call'd Emilia,
That bore thee at a burthen two fair ſons?
Oh if thou be'ſt the ſame Fgecn, ſpeak :
And ſpeak unto the ſame Emilia. |
Duke. Why here begirs the morning ſtory right :
Theſe two Antipholis's, theſe two ſo like,
And thoſe two Dromio s, one in ſemblance;
Beſides her urging of her wrack at ſea,
Theſe plainly are the parents to thele children,
Which accidentally. are met together.
A geen. If I dream not, thou art'X mmzl:a
If thou art ſhe, tell me where is that ſon
T hat floated with thee on the fatal raft.
Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he and I,
And the twin Dromio, all were taken up;
But by and by rude fiſhermen of Corinth
By force took Dremio and my fon from them,
And
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And me they left with thoſe of Eyidamnum.
What then became of them I cannot tell;
I, to this fortune that you ſee me in.
Duke. Antipholis, thou cami'ſt from Corinth firſt.
5. Ant. No, Sir, not I, I came from Syracuſe.
Duke. Stay. ſtand apart, I know not which is which,
E. Ant. I came from Corinth, my moſt gracious Lord.
E. Dro. And I with him.
E, Ant. Brought to this town by that moſt famous
warrior,
Duke Minaphon, your moſt renowned uncle.
Adr. Wen of you two did dine with me to-day ?
O. Ant. I, gentle miſtrefs.
Adra. And are not you my husband ?
E. Ant. No, I ſay nay to that.
S. Ant. And fo do I, yet ſhe did call me ſo:
And this fair gentle woman here
Did call me brother. What I told you then,
J hope I ſhall have leiſure to make good,
If this be not a dream I ſee and hear,
Ang. That is the chain, irs which you had of me,
SL, Ant. | think it be, Sir, I deny it not.
Adr. And you, Sir, for, this chain arreſted me.
Ang. I think I did, Sir, L deny it not.
Adr. I {ent you money, Sir, to be your bail
By Dromio, but I think he brought it not.
E. Dro. No, none by me.
S. Ant. This purſe of ducats I receiv'd from you,
And Dremio my man did bring them me:
I fee we ſtill did meet each other's man,
And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,
And thereupon theſe errors all aroſe,
E. Ant. Theſe ducats pawn | for my father here.
Duke. It ſhall not need, thy father hath his life.
Cur, Sir, I muſt have that diamond from you.
E. Ant. There take it, and mach thanks for my
good cheer.
Abb. Renowned Duke, vouchſafe to take the pains
To go Witch us i into che abbey here,
And hear at} large gu {ed all our fortun es:
And all that ar aL-mbled in this place,
That
56 The Comedy of Errors.
That by this ſympathiz d one day's error |
Have ſuffer d wiong; go, keep us company, P
And ye ſhall have full ſatisſaction,
Thirty three years have I been gone in travel ;
Of you my tons, and ' till this preſent hour
My heavy burthens are deliver'd; | H
The Duke, my husband, and my. children both,
And you the kalenders of their nativity, i
_ Goto a goſlip's feaſt, and go with me, A 8
After ſo long grief ſuch nativity ! | (
Duke. With ail my heart Lell goſſip at this feaſt.
SCENE VIII.
Manent the two Antiph, and two Dromio's,
S. Dre. Maſter, ſhall 1 fetch your ſtuff from ſhip- board Gba
E. Ant. Dromio, what ſtuff of mine haſt thou imbark d
F. Dro. Your goods that lay at hoſt, Sir, in the Centaur, 2
S. Ant. He ſpeaks to me; I am your maſter, Dromio. 1
Come go with us, we'll look to that anon; *
Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him. [ Exit, I
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She now ſhall be my ſiſter, not my wife.
E. Dro. Methinks you are my glaſs, and not my brother:
I ſee by you I am a ſweet fac'd youth. |
Will you walk in to ſee their goſſiping?
S. Dro. Not I, Sir; you're my elder,
E. Dro. That's a queſtion «
How ſhall I try it? e
S. Dro. We'll draw cuts for the ſenior:
Till then, lead thou firſt. _
E. Dro. Nay, then thus [ Embracing.
We came into the world like brother and brother:
And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another: :
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Tie 8, Duke of Athens.
Egeus, an Athenian Lord.
. in Love with Hermia.
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia.
Quince, 7he Carpenter.
Snug, the Joiner.
Bottom, the Weaver.
Flute, the Bellows-mender.
Snowt, the Tinker.
Starveling, the Taylor.
Hippolita, Princeſs of the Amazons, be-
troathed to Theſeus.
Hermia, Daughter to Egeus, in Love with
Lyſander.
Helena, in Love with Demetrius.
ATTENDANTS.
Oberon, King af the Fairies.
Titania, Queen of the Fairies.
Puck, or Ne a Fairy.
Peaſebloſſom,
Cobweb, Fo. OL
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Enter Theſeus aud Hippolita, with Attendants.
TT FESESUS.
OW, fair Hippolita, our Nuptial Hour
bring in |
Another Moon: But oh, methinks,
\ how flow
This old Moon wanes! She lingers
| my Deſir es
Like to a Step-dame, or a Dowager,
Long withering out a yy Man's Revenue.
Hip, Four Days wil
Nights, |
Four Nights will quickly dream away the Time:
And then the Moon, like to a Silver Bow,
New bent in Heaven, ſhall behold the Night
Of our Solemnities.
The. Go, Philoſtrate,
Stir up the Athenian Youth ta Merriments,
Awake the pert and nimble Spirit of Mirth,
Turn Melancholly forth to Funerals;
The pale Companion is not for our Pomp.
Hippolita, I woo'd thee with my Sword, |
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Draws on apace; four happy Days
quickly ſteep themſelves in
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And won thy Love, doing thee Injuries:
But Iwill wed thee in another Key,
With Pomp, with Triumph, and with Revelling.
Euter Egeus, Hermia, Lyſander and Demetrius.
Ege. Happy be Theſeus, our renowned Duke.
The. Thanks good Egeus; what's the News with
thee?
Ege. Full of Vexation, come I, with Complaint
| Againſt my Child, my Daughter Hermia,
Stand forth Demetrius. My noble Lord, >
This Man hath my Conſent to marry her.
Stand forth Lyſander. And, my gracious Duke,
This hath bewitch'd the Boſom of my Child:
Thou, thou LZyſander, thou has given her Rhimes,
And interchang'd Love-tokens with my Child:
Thou haſt, by Moon-light, at her Window ſung,
With feigning Voice, Verſes. of feigning Love,
And ſtoll'n th' Impreſſion of her Fantaſie,
With Bracelets of thy Hair, Rings, Gawds, Conceits,
Knacks, Trifles, Noſegays, Sweet-meats, Meflengers
Of ſtrong Prevailment in unharden'd Youth: _
With Cunning haſt thou fileh'd my Daughter's Heart,
Turn'd her Obedience, which is due to me,
To ſtubborn Harſhneſs. And, my gracious Duke,
Be it ſo ſhe will not here before your Grace
Conſent to marry with Demetrius, |
] beg the ancient Privilege of Athens,
As ihe is mine, I may diſpoſe of her:
Which ſhall be either to this Gentleman,
Or to her Death, according to our Law,
Immediately provided in that Caſe.
The. What ſay you, Hermia? be advis'd, fair Maid:
To you your Father ſhould be as a God ;
One that compos'd your Beauties; yea, and one,
To whom you are but as a Form in Wax
By him imprinted ; and within his Power,
To leave the Figure, or disfigure it:
Demetrius is a worthy Gentleman.
Her. So is Lyſander.
The. In himſelf he is; |
But in this kind, wanting your Father's Voice. *
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Let me have Hermia's; do you marry him.
The other muſt be held the worthier.
Her. I would-my Father look'd but with my Eyes
The, Rather your Eyes muſt with his Jud gmenr
look.
Her. T do intreat your Grace to pardon me,
I know not by what Power I am made bold,
Nor how it may concern my Modeſty
In fuch a Preſence here to plead my thoughts;
But I beſeech your Grace, that I may know
The worſt that may befal me in this Caſe,
If I refuſe to wed Demetrius.
e. Either to die the Death, or to abjure
For ever the Society of Men.
Therefore, fair Hernia, queition your Deſires,
Know of your Youth, examine well your Blood,
Whether, if you yield not to your Father's Cholſe.
You can endure the Livery of a Nun,
For aye to be in ſhady Cloiſter me w'd,
To live a barren Siſter all your Life,
Chanting faint Hymns to the cold fruitleſs Moon.
Thrice bleſſed they that maſter ſo their Blood,
To undergo ſuch Maiden Pilrimage.
But earlier happy is the Roſe diſtill'd,
Than that which withering on the Virgin Thorn,
Grows, lives. and dies, in ſingle Bleſſedneſs.
Her. So will I grow. ſo live, ſo die, my Lord,
Ere I will yield my Virgin Patent up
Unto his Lordſhip, to whoſe unwith'd Yoak
My Soul conſents not to give Sovereignty.
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The. Take time to pauſe and bythe next New Moon,
The ſealing Day betwixt my Love and me, :
For everlaſting Bond of Fellowihip,
Upon that Day either prepare to die,
For Di ſobedience to your Father's Will,
Or elſe to wed Demetrius as he would,
Or on Diana's Alter to proteſt,
For aye, Auſterity and ſingle Life
Dem. Relent, ſweet Hermia, and Li ſander, yield
Thy crazed Title to my certain Right.
Lyſ. You have her Father's Love, Demetrius;
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Ege. Scornful Lyſanzer! true, he hath my Love;
And what is mine, my Love ſhall render him,
And ſhe is mine, and all my Right of her
E do eſtate unto Demetrius. :
Ly. Tam, my Lord, as well deriv'd as he,
As vell poſſeſt: My Love is more than his:
My Fortune's every way as fairly rank'd,
If not with vantage, as Demetrius: |
And, which is more than all theſe Boaſts can be,
E am belov'd of beauteous Hermi a.
Why ſhould not I then proſecute my Right?
Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,
Made Love to Nedar's Daughter, Helena,
And won her Soul; and fhe, ſweet Lady, doats,
Devoutly doats, doats in Idolatry, |
Upon this ſpotted and inconſtant Man.
The. J muſt confeſs, that I have heard ſo much:
And with Demetrius thought to have ſpoke thereof?
But being over-full of Self- affairs,
My Mind did loſe it. But Demetrius come,
And come Egeus, you ſhall go with me,
I have ſome private ſchooling for you both.
For you fair Herma, look you arm your (elf;
To fit your Fanſies to your Father's Will:
Or elſe the Law of Athens yields you up ©
(Which by no Means we may extenuate}
To Death, or to a Vow of ſingle Life.
Come my Hippolita, what Cheer. my Love?
' Demetrius and Egeus go along,
J muſt employ you in ſome Buſineſs
Againſt our Nuptials, and confer with you
Of ſomething nea ly that concerns your ſelves.
Ege. With Duty and Deſire we follow you. ¶Exeunt.
Manent Lyſander and Hermia.
_ _Lyſ. How now, my Love? why is your Cheek ſo pale,
How chance the Roſes there do fade ſo faſt?
Her. Belike for want of Rain, which I could well
| Beteem them from the Tempeſt of mine Eyes.
Lyſ. Hermia, for ought that ever I could read,
Could ever hear by Tale or Hiſtory,
The Courſe of true Love never did run ſmooth,
But either it was different in Bloud-=--= Ile,
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Her. O croſs ! too high to be enthrall'd to Love.
Lyſ. Or elſe miſgraffed, in reſpect of Years----
Her. O Spight! too old to be engag'd to young.
_ Lyf. Or elſe it ſtood upon the Choice of Merit
Her. O Hell! to chuſe Love by another's Eye.
Tyſ. Or if there were a Sympathy in Choice,
War, Death or Sickneſs, did lay Siege to it;
Making it momentary as a Sound.
Swift as a Shadow, ſhort as any Dream,
Brief as the Lightning in the collied Night,
That in a Spleen unfolds both Heaven and Earth;
And 'ere a Man hath Power to ſay, Behold,
The Jaws of Darkneſs do devour it up;
So quick bright Things come to Confuſion.
Her. If the true Lovers have been ever croſt,
It ſtands as an Edict in Deſtiny -:
Then Jet us teach our Trial Patience,
Becauſe it is a Cuſtomary Croſs, 7
As due to Love, as Thoughts, andDreams, and Sighs,
| Wiſhes and Tears, poor Fancy's Followers.
Lyf: A good Perſuaſion ; therefore hear me, Hermia,
I have a Widow-Aunt. a Dowager, 5
Of great Revenue, and ſhe hath no Child;
From Athens is her Houſe remov'd ſeven Leagues,
And ſhe reſpects me as her only Son:
There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee,
And to that Place the ſharp Athenian Law
Cannot purſue us. If thou lov'ſt me then,
Steal forth thy Father's Houſe to morrow Night;
And in the Wood, a League without the Town,
Where I did meet thee once with Helena,
To do Obſervance for a Morn of May,
There will I ſtay for thee.
Her. My good Lyſandcr,
T ſwear to thee, by Capid's ſtrongeſt Bow,
By his Beſt Arrow with the Golden Head,
By the Simplicity of Penus's Doves, |
By that which knitteth Souls, and proſpers Love,
And by that Fire which burn'd the Carthage Queen,
When the ſafe Bojan, under Sail was ſeen,
By all the Vows that ever Men have broke,
In number more than ever Women ſpoke, In
8 A Miaſummer-Nghi's Dream,
In that ſame Place thou haſt appointed me.
To Morrow truly will I meet with thee, Lo
Zyſ. Keep Promiſe Love, Look here comes Helens
| Enter Helena, P
Her. God ſpeed fair Helena, whither away?
Hell. Call you me fair? that fair again unſay
Demetrius loves you fair; O happy fair :
Your Eyes are Load-ſtars, and your Tongue's ſweet
More tunable than Lark to Shepherd's Ear, (Air
When Wheat is green, when Haw-thorn Buds ap-
Jickneſs is catching: O were Favour ſo, (pear
Your, Words I'd catch, fair Hermia, ere I go,
My Ear ſhould catch your Voice, my Eye your Eye,
My Tongue ſhould catch your Tongue's ſweet Me-
Were the World mine, Demetrius being bated, (lody
The reſt 11 give to be to you tranſlated.
O teach me how you look. and with what Art
You ſway the Motion of Demetrius Heart.
Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me ſtill,
Hel. O that your Frowns would teach my Smiles
fuch Skill.
Her. I give him Curſes, yet he gives me Love
Hel. Oh that my Prayers could ſuch affection move.
Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me.
Hel. The more T love, the more he hateth me.
Hey. His Folly, Helens, is none of mine.
Hel. None but your Beauty, would that Fault were
mine. |
Her. Take Comfort; he no more ſhall fee my Face: -
Tyſunder and my ſelf will fly this Place.
Before ths time I did Lyſander ſee,
Seem'd Athens like a Paradiſe to me.
© then, what Graces in my Love do dwell,
Thar he hath turn'd a Heaven into Hell ?
Lyſ. Helen, to you our Minds we will unfold ;
To Morrow Night, when Phabe doth behold
Her Silver Viſage in the wart'ry Glaſs, 1
Decking with Liquid Pearl the bladed Graſs,
A Time that Lovers Flights doth {till conceal,
Through Athens Gate have we devis'd to ſteal.
Her. And in the Wood, where often you and I
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Upon faint Primroſe Beds were wont to lye.
Emptying our Boſoms of their Counſels ſwell'd;
There my Lyſander and my ſelf ſhall meet,
And thence from Athens turn away our Eyes.
To ſeek new Friends and ſtrange Companions,
Farewel ſweet Play-fellow ; pray thou for us,
And good Luck grant thee thine Demetrius.
Keep Word, Lyſander we muſt ſtarve our Sight
From Lovers Food, till Morrow deep Midnight.
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Lyſ. Iwill, my Hexmia. Helena adieu,
As you on him, Demetrius doats on you. [Exit Lyſander,
He. How happy ſome, o'er otherſome can be
Through Athens I am thought as fair as ſhe.
But what of that: Demetrius thinks not fo :
He will not know, what all but he doth know.
And as he errs, doating on Hermia's Eyes,
Sol, admiring of his-Qualities :.
Things baſe and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can tranſpoſe to Form and Dignity :
Love looks not with the Eyes, but with the Mind,
And therefore is wing'd Cpid painted blind:
Nor hath Love's Mind of any Judgment taſte 3
Wings and no Eyes, Figu'e unheedy haſt..
And therefore is Love ſaid to be a Guild,
Becauſe in Choice he often is. beguird.
As waggiſn Boys themſelves in Game forſwear,
So the Boy Love is perjur'd every where.
Eor 'ere Demetrius lookt on Hermia's Eyne,
He hail'd down Oaths that he was only mine:
And when this Hail ſome Heat from Hermia felt,
$9 he diſſolv d, and Shnwers of Oaths did melt,
I will go tell him of fair Hemia's Flight:
Then to the Wood will he to Morrow Night
Purſue her; and for this Intelligence
If I have Thanks, it is a dear Expence-
But herein mean I to enrich my Pain,
To have his Sight thither. and back again. [Exenn:.
Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snowr, a
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Quin. Is all your Company here?
Bor. You were beſt to call them generally Man Ey
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Man according to the Scrip.
Duin. Here is the Scrown of every Man's Name,
which is thought fit through all Athens to play in our
Enterlude before the Duke and the Dutcheſs, on his
Wedding-day at Night. $1
Bot. Firſt, good Peter Quince: ſay what the Play
treats on; then read the Names of the Actors,
and ſo grow on to a Point. |
Quin, Marry our Play is the moſt lamentable Co-
medy. and moſt cruel Death of Pyramus and Thisby,
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Bot. A very good piece of Work I aſſure you, and
a merry. Now good Peter Quince, call forth your A&-
ors by the Sciowl. Maſters ſpread your ſelves.
Quin. Anſwer as J call you. Nick Bottom the Wea-
Yer.
ceed.
Bot. What is Pyramus, a Lover or a Tyrant?
S$47n. A Lover that kills himſelf moſt gallantly
for Love. | |
Bor That will ask ſome Tears in the true per-
forming of it; if I do it, let the Audience look to
their Eyes, I will move Storms? I will condole in
ſome meaſure. To the reſt yet, my chief Humour.
is for a Tyrant; I could play Ercles rarely, or a part
to tear a Cat in, to make all ſplit the raging Rocks,
and ſhivering Shoks ſhall break the Locks of Priſon-.
Gates, and Phibbus Carr ſhall ſhine from far, and
make and mar the Fooliſh Fates. This was Jofry.
Now name the reſt of thePlayers. This is Ercles Vein,
a Tyrant's Vein ; a Lover is more condoling.
Auin. Francis Flute the Bellows-mender. :
Flu. Here Peter Quince. |
Quin. You muſt take Th/sy on you.
Fla. What is Thishy;, a wandring Knight?
win. It is the Lady that Pyramus mult love.
Flu. Nay faith, let-not-me play a Woman, I haye
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Quin. That's all one, bb ſhall play it in a Mask,
and you may ſpeak as {mall as you will. 3
: Bot.
Bot; Ready: Name what part Iam for, and pro-
Quin. You Nick Bottom, are ſet down for Pyramus.
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A Miaſummer-Nighits Dream. 11
Bot. And I may hide my Face, let me play Tichy
too: I'Il ſpeak in a monſtrous little Voice, Thi ſue,
Toiſne, ah Pyranius my Lover dear, thy Thisby dear and
Lady dear. |
Quin. No, no, you muſt play Pyramus ; and Hate,
you Thisby,
Fot. Well, proceed.
Quin. Robin Starveling the Taylor,
Star, Here Peter Quince.
_—_ Robin Starveling, you muſt play Thisy's Mo-
ther.
Tum Snowt, the Tinker.
Snowt. Here Peter Quince,
Quin. You Pyramus's Father; my ſelf, Ts Fa-
ther; Snug, the Joiner, you the Lion's part; T hope
there is a Play fitted. _
Snug. Have you the Lion's Part written Pray you
if it be, give it me, for I am ſlow of Study.
Quin. You may do it Extempore, for it is nothing
but Roaring. ES
Bor. Let me play the Lion too, I will roar, that I
will do any Man's Heart good to hear me, I wilt
roar that I will make the Duke ſay, ſay, Let him
roar again let him roar again. |
ain. If you ſhould do it too terribly, you would
fright the Dutcheſs and the Ladies, that-they would
ſhriek, and that were enough to hang us all.
All. That would hang us every Mother's Son.
Bor. I grant you Friends, if that you ſhould fright
the Ladies out of their Wits, they would have no
more Deſcretion but to hang us; but I will aggra-
vate my Voice fo, that I will roar you as gently
as any fucking Dove; I will roar an *twere any
Nightingal.
Quin. You can play no Part but Pyramus, for Pyra-
mus is a ſweet-fac'd Man, a proper Man as one hall
ſee in a Summer's Day; a moſt lovely Gentleman-
; like-man, therefore you muſt needs play Pyramus.
Bor. Well, I will undertake it. What Beard were
Il beſt to play it in?
Hun. Why, what you will.
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OT will diſcharge it in either your Srawcolour
Beard, your Orange tawny Beard, your Purple-in
grain Beard, or your Fench- Crown colour'd Beard,
your perfect yellow. - :
Ruin, Some of your French-Crowns have no Hair at
all, and then you will play bare-fac'd.. But Maſters
here are your Parts, and I am to intreat you, requeſt
vou, and deſire you to con them by to Morrow
Night: and meet me in the Palace-Wood, a Mile
without the Town by Moonlight, there we will re-
hearſe ; for if we meet in the City, we ſhall be dog'd
with Company, and our Devices known. In the
mean time Lwill draw a Bilt of Properties, ſuch as
our Play wants, I pray you fail me not.
Bot. We will meet, and there we may rehearſe
more obſcenely and courageouſly. Take pain, Be
perfect, adieu. ö | |
Quin. Ar the Duke's Oak we meer. = Ol
Bot. Enough, hold or curBowftrings. [Exennz.
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Enter 4 Fairy at one Door, and Puck or Robin-goodfellow
at another.
Puck. O W.now Spirit, whither wander you 7
Fai. Over Hill over Dale, through Buſb
through Briar, _ 3 >
Over Park, over Pale, through Flood, through Fire,
Ido * every where, ſwifter than the Moon's
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And I ſerve the. Fairy Queen, to dew her Ords. up-
on the Green. | |
The Cowſlips tall her Penſioners be,
In their gold Coats Spots you ſee,
Thoſe be Rubies, Fairy Favours,
In thoſe Freckles live their Savours:
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J muſt go ſeek ſeme Dew-Drops here,
And hang a Pearl in every Cowlſlip's Ear.
Farewell thou Lob of Spirits, T'll be gone,
Our Queen and her all Elves come here anon.
Puck. The King doth keep his Revels here to
Night,
Take heed the Queen come not within his Sight,
For Oberon is paſſing fell and wrath, 8
Becauſe that ſhe, as her Attendant, hath
A lovely Boy ſton from an Indian King,
She never had ſo ſweet a Changeling ;
And jealous Oberon would have the Child
Knight of his Train, to trace the Foreſts wild;
Burt ſhe per-force- with-holds the loved Boy,
Crowns him with Flowers, and makes bim all her
oy: |
And 2 they never meet in Grove, or Green,
By Fountain Clear, or ſpangled Star-light ſheen,
But they do ſquare, that all their Elves for fear
Creep into Acorn Cups, and hide them there.
Fai. Either I miſtake your Shape and Making quite,
Or elſe you are that ſhrew'd and knaviſh Sprite
Call'd Robin-goodfelow. Are you not he,
That fright the Maidens of the Villagenee,
Skim Milk, and ſometimes labour in the Quern,
And bootleſs make the breathleſs Huſwife chern;
And ſometime make the Drink to bear no Barme,
Miſ-lead Night-wanderers, laughing at their Harm?
Thoſe that Hobgob/in call you, and ſweet Puck,
You do their Work, and they ſhall have good Luck.
Are not you ie
Puck. Thou ſpeak'ſt aright ;
Jam that merry wanderer of the Night:
J jeſt to Oberon and make him ſmile
When Ja fat and bean-fed Horſe beguile,
Neighing in likeneſs like a filly Foal :
And ſometimes lurk I in a Goflips's Bowl,
In very likeneſs of a roaſted Crab,
And when ſhe drinks, again her Lips I bob,
And on her withered Dewlap pour the Ale.
The wiſeſt Aunt, telling the ſaddeſt Tale,
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14 A Midſummer-Night's Dream.
Sometime for three-foot Stool miſtaketh me,
Then flip I from her Bum, down topples ſhe,
And Tailor cries, and falls into a Cough,
And then the whole Quire hold their Hips, and loft,
And waxen in their Mirth and neeze and ſwear,
A merrier Hour was never waſted there.
But room, Fairy, here comes Oberon.
Fai. And here my Miſtreſs :
Would that we were gone. | |
Enter Oberon King of Fairies at one Door with his Train,
and the. Queen at another with hers.
05. Ill met by Moon-light, |
Proud Titania. |
Queen. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip hence,
1 * forſworn his Bed and Company.
5. Tarry raſh Wanton, am not I thy Lord?
es Then I muſt be thy Lady; but I know
When thou waſt ſtoll'n away from Fairy Land,
And in the ſhape of Cori ſate all Day,
Playing on Pipes of Corn, and verſing Love
To amorous Phillids. Why art thou ds
Come from the fartheſt ſteep of India:
But that forſooth the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd Miſtreſs, and your Warrior Loye,
Jo Theſeus muſt be wedded, and-you come,
To give their bed Joy and Prof, perity.
Ob. How can'ſt thou thus for ſhame, 7itanis,
Glance at my Credit with Hippolita,
Knowing I know thy Love to Theſeus ?
Didſt thou not lead him through the elicameriag |
Night
From Peregeni/a, whom he raviſhed,
And make him with fair gle break his Faith,
With Ariadne, and Antiopa?
Queen. Theſe are the Forgeries of Jea louſie,
And never ſince the middle Summer's Spring,
Met we on Hill, in Dale, Foreſt, or Mead,
By paved fountain, or by ruſhy Brook,
Or in the beached Margent of the Sea, |
To dance our Ringlets to the whiſtling Wind,
But with thy Brawls chou haſt diſturb'd our Sport.
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Therefore the Winds piping to us in vain,
As in Revenge have ſuck'd up from the Sea
Contagious Fogs; which falling in the Land,
Have every petty River made ſo proud,
That they have over-born their Continents.
The Ox hath therefore ſtretch'd his Voak in vain,
The Ploughman loſt his Sweat, and the green Corn
_ Hath rotted, ere his Youth attain'd a Beard,
The Fold ſtands empty in the drowned Field,
And Crows are fatted with the Murrion Flock,
The Nine-mens.morris is fill'd up with Mud,
And the queint Mazes in the wanton Green,
For lack of tread are undiſtinguiſhable.
The human Mortals want their Winter here,
No Night is now with Hymn or Carol bleſt :
Therefore the Moon, the Governeſs of Flood,
Pale in her Anger, waſhes all the Air;
That Rheumatick. Diſeaſes do abound.
And thorough this Diſtemperature, we ſee
The Seaſons alter; hoary-headed Froſts
Fall on the freſh Lap of the Crimſon Roſe,
And on old Hyem's Chin and Icy Crown,
An odorons Chaplet of ſweet Summer Buds
Is as in Mockery ſet. The Spring, the Summer,
The childing Autumn, angry Winter change
Their wonted Liveries, and the amazed World,
By their increaſe, now knows not which is which
And this ſame-Progeny of evil comes |
From our Debate, from our Diſſention,
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We are rheir Parents and Origiual.
Ob. Do you amend it then, it lyes in you-
Why ſhould Teania croſs her Oberon?
I'do but beg a little changeling Boy,
To be my i{enchman.
Ween, Set your Heart at reſt,
The Fairy-land buys not the Child of me
His Mother was a Votreſs of my Order,
And in the ſpiced Indian Air by Night
Full often ſhe hath goſſipt by my ſide,
And ſat with me on Neptune's yellow Sands,
Marking th'embarked. Traders of the Flood,
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16 A Midſummer-Night's Dream.
When we have lauglit to ſee the Sails conceive,
And grow big-bellied with the wanton Wind :
Which ſhe with pretty and with ſwimming Gate,
Following (her Womb then rich with my young
Squire) | |
Would imitate, and ſail upon the Land,
To fetch me Trifles, and return again,
As from a Voyage rich with Merchandize:
But ſhe being mortal, of that Boy did die,
And for her ſake I do rear up her Boy,
And for her ſake Iwill not part with him.
Ob. How long within this Wood intend you ſtay?
Queen. Perchance till after Theſeus' Wedding-day.
If you will patiently dance in our Round,
And ſee our Moon-light Revels, go with us;
If not, ſhun me and I will ſpare your Haunts.
0b. Give me that Boy, and I will go with thee.
zeen. Not for thy fairy Kingdom. Fairies away:
We thall chide downright, if I longer ſtay. [ Exit.
O6. Well, go thy way; thou ſhalt not from this
Till I torment thee for this Injury. (Grove,
My gentle Pack come hither; thou remembreſt.
Since that I ſate upon a Promontory, |
And heard a Mermaid on a Dolphin's Back,
Uttering ſuch Dulcet and Harmonious Breath,
That the rude Sea grew civil at her Song,
And certain Stars ſhot madly from their Spheres,
To hear the Sea-maid's Muſick.
Puck. I remember. |
O5. That very time I ſaw, but thou could'ſt not;
Flying between the cold Moon and the Earth,
Cupid all arm'd; a certain Aim he took
At a fair Veſtal, throned by the Weſt,
And loos'd his Love-ſhaft ſmartly from his: Bow,
As it ſhould pierce a hundred thouſand Hearts;
Bur I might ſee young Capia's ſiery Shaft
Quench' d in the chaſte Beams of the war'ry. Moon,
And the Imperial Votreſs paſſed on,
In. Maiden-Meditation, fancy-free.
Yet mark'd I where the Bolt of Cupid fell,
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It fell upon a little weſtern Flower ;
Before, milk-white, now purple with Love's Wound,
And Maidens call it, Love in Idleneſs.
Fetch me that Flower; the Herb I ſhew'd the once;
The Juice of it, on ſleeping Eye-lids laid,
Will make a Man or Woman madly doat
Upon the next live-Creature that it ſees.
Fetch me this Herb. and be thou here again
Ere the Leviathan can ſwim a League.
Puck. I'll put a Girdle about the Earth in forty
Minutes. 55 | [ Exit.
Ob. Having once on
I'll watch 7irania when ſhe is aſleep,
And drop the Liquor of it in her Eyes :
The nexr thing which ſhe waking looks upon,
(Be it on Lyon, Bear, or Wolf, or Bull ;
Or medling Monkey, or on buſie Ape)
She ſhall purſue it with the Soul of Love;
And ere I take this Charm off from her Sight,
(As I can take it with another Herb) |
Fil make her render up her Page to me.
But who comes here? J am inviſible,
And I will over-hear their Conference.
Enter Demetrius, Helena following bim.
Dem. I love thee not, therefore purſue me not.
Where is Lyſander, aud fair Hermia?
The ene Fll ſtay, the othet ſtayeth me.
Thou told'ſt me they were ſtol'n into this Wood;
And here am I, and wood within this Wood,
Becauſe I cannot meet my Hermz7a.
Hence get thee gone and follow me no more,
Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted Adamant,
But yet you draw not Iron; for my Heart
Is true as Steel. Leave you your Power to draw,
And 1 ſhall have no Power to follow you.
Dem. Do I entice you? Do I fpeak you fair?
Or rather do I not in plaineſt Truth,
Tell you I do not, nor I cannot love you?
Hel. And even for that do I love thee the more;
Jam your Spaniel, and Demetrius, 5
The more you beat me I will fawn on you :
Uſe
18 A Midſummer-Night's Dream.
Uſe me but as your Spaniel, ſpurn me, ſtrike me,
Neglect me, loſe me; only give me Leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you. |
What worſer Place can I 8 in your Love,
(And yet a Place of high Reſpe& with me)
Than to be uſed as you do your Dog ; 2
Dem. Tempt not roo much the Hatred of my
Spirit, | | 7
For I am fick when I do look on thee.
Hel. And J am fick when J look not on you.
Dem. You do impeach your Modeſty too much,
To leave the City, and commit your felFf
Into the Hands of one that loves you not,
Fo truft the Opportunity of Night,
And the ill Council of a deſart Place,
With the rich Worth of your Virginity.
Hal. Your Virtue is my Privilege; for that
It is not Night when I do ſee your Face,
Therefore I think I am not in the Night. .
Nor doth this Wood lack Worlds of Company,
For you, in my Reſpect, are all the World.
Then how can it be ſaid Iam alone,
When all the World is here to look on me ?
Dem. I'II run from thee and hide me in the Brakes,
And leave thee to the Mercy of wild Beaſts.
Hel. The wildeſt hath not ſuch a Heart as you;
Run when you will, the Story ſhall be chang'd:
Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the Chace
The Dove purſues the Griffin, the mild Hind A
Makes ſpeed to catch the Tyger. Bootleſs ſpeed!
When Cowardice purſues, and Valour flies.
Dem. I will not ſtay thy Queſtions let me go,
Or if you follow me, do not belieye,
But I ſhall do thee Miſchief in the Wood.
Hel. Ay, in the Temple, in the Town and Field
You do me Miſchief. Fye, Demetrius,
Your Wrongs do ſet a Scandal on my Sex:
We cannot fight for Love, as Men may do;
We ſhould be woo'd, and were not made to woo.
Ffollow thee, and make a Heav'n of Hell,
To die upon the Hand I love ſo well. [Exeurr.
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O5. Fare thee well, Nymph : ere he do leave this
Grove |
Thou ſhall fly him, and he ſhall ſeek thy Love.
Haſt thou the Flower there? Welcome Wanderer.
| Enter Puck. |
Puck. Ay, there it is.
Ob. I pray thee give it me:
I know a Bank where the wild Time-blows,
Where the Oxlips and the nodding Violet grows,
Quite over cannopy'd with luſcious Woodbine,
With ſweet Musk Roſes, and with Eglantine,
There ſleeps 7irania, ſome time of the Night,
Lull'd in theſe Flowers, with Dances and Delight;
And there the Spake throws her enammel'd Skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a Fairy in:
And with the Juice of this III ſtreak her Eyes,
And make her füll of hateful Fantaſies. |
Take thou ſome of it, and ſeek through this Grove 3
A ſweet Athenian Lady is in love |
With a diſdainful Youth; anoint his Eyes,
But do it when the next thing he eſpies
May be the Lady. Thou ſhalt know the Man,
By the Athenian Garments he hath on.
Effect it with ſome Care, that he may prove
More fond of her than ſhe upon her Love;
And look you meet me ere the firſt Cock crow.
Puck. Fear not my Lord, your Servant ſhall do ſo.
©. | : [ Exit;
Enter Queen of Fairies, with her Train. 6
Sueen. Come now a Roundel, and a Fairy Song:
Then for the third Part of a Minute hence,
Some to kill Kankers in the Musk-Roſe Buds,
Some war with Reremiſe for their leathern Wings,
To make my ſmall Elves Coats; and ſome keep back
The clamorous Owl that nightly hoots, and wonders
At our queint Spirits. Sing me now aſleep,
Then to your Offices, and let me reſt.
Fairies Sing.
You ſpotted Snakes with double Tongue,
Thorny Heagehogs be not ſeen, |
Newts and blind Worms do no wrong, |
Come not near our Fairy Queen. Philomel!
20 A Midſummer- Nights Dream.
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Sing in your ſweet Lullaby, | Tt
Lulla, lulla, I ullaby, Tulla, lulla. Iullaby : | Fo
Never harm, nor ſpell, nor charm, |
Come our lovely Lady nigh, | Ne
So good night with Lullaby. | Tf
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Weaving Spiders come not not here; Ly
Hence you long- leg d Spinners hence : gu.
Beetles black approach not near, Bet
Worm nov Snail do no Offence. go
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Hence away; now all is well : | PPD An
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OY Enter Oberon.
Ob. What thou ſeeſt when thou doſt wake,
Do it for thy true Love take,
Love and languiſh for his ſake ; 1
Be it Ounce, or Cat, or Bear, | Bu
Fard, or Boar, with briſtled Hair, | On
In thy Eye that ſhall appear, Th
When thou wak'ſt, it is thy Dear; | Ni,
Wake when ſome vile Thing is near. [Exi/? Oberon: W.
Enter Lyſander and Hermia. Th
. Tyſ. Fair Love, you faint with wandring in the Dit
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We'll reſt vs, Hermia, if you think it good, Pre
And tarry for the Comfort of the Day. | Ne
Her. Be it ſo Lyſan1e; find you out a Bed, | Chi
For I upon this Bank will reſt my Head. All
Lyſ. One Turf ſhall ſerve as Pillow for us both. Þ wy
One Heart, one Bed, two Boſoms, and one Troth. Þ <1.
Her. Nay good Lyſander, for my Sake, my Dear, Þ 80
| Lye further off yet, do not lye ſo near. | | For
Lyſ. O take the Senſe ſweet of my Innocence,
Love takes the Meaning in Love's Conference; 7
I mean that my Heart unto yours is knit, T
So that but one Heart can you make of it: ; I
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A Midſunmer-Night's Dream. 21
So then two Boſoms, and a ſingle Troth ;
Then by your ſide no Bed-room me deny.
For lying ſo, Hermia, I do not lye.
Her Lyſander riddles very prettily ;
Now much beſhrew my Manners and my Pride,
If Hermia meant to ſay, Lyſander ly'd,
But gentle Friend, for Love and Curteſie
Lye further off in human Modeſty ;
Such Separation as may well be ſaid
Becomes a virtuous Batchelor, and a Maid ;
So far be diſtant, and good night ſweet Friend,
Thy Love ne'er alter *till thy ſweet Life end.
Lyſ. Amen, Amen, to that fair Prayer ſay I,
And then end Life when I end Loyalty :
Here is my Bed; Sleep give thee all his Reſt.
Her. ——5 half that Wiſh, the Wiſher's Eyes be
reſt. They ſleep.
: Fenn Pack. [hy Peep
Puck. Through the Foreſt have I gone,
But Athenian find I none, | |
On whoſe Eyes I might approve
This Flower's Force in ſtirring Love:
Night and Silence! who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear ;
This is he, my Maſter ſaid,
Diſpiſed the Athenian Maid?
And here the Maiden ſleeping Sound
On the dank and dirty Ground.
1 Pretty Soul! ſhe durſt not lie
Near this Lack-love, this kill Curteſie,
Churl, upon thy Eyes I throw
All the Power this Charm doth owe :
When thou wak'ſt, let Love forbid
| Sleep his Seat on thy Eye-lid :
So awake when I am gone,
f For I muſt now to Oberon. (Exit.
Euter Demetrius aud Helena rnming.
Hel. Stay, tho* thou kill me, ſweet Demetrius
Dem. I charge thee hence,and do not haunt me thus,
Hel. O wilt thou Darling leave me? Do not ſo.
Dem. Stay on thy Peril, I alone will go.
[Exit, Demetrius. Hel.
22 A Midſummer-Night's Dream.
Hel. O I am out of Breath in this fond Chace,
The more my Prayer the leſſer is my Grace.
Happy is Her mia, whereſve'r ſhe lyes;
For the hath bleſſed and attractive Eyes,
How came her Eyes ſo bright? Not with ſalt Tears;
If ſo, my Eyes are oftner waſh'd than hers :
No, no, I am as ugly as a Bear ;
For Beaſts that meet me run away for fear :
Therefore no marvel, tho' Demetrius
Do as a Monſter, fly my Preſence thus.
What wicked and diſſembling Glaſs of mine,
Made me compare with Hermia's ſphery Eyne?
But who is here? Lyſander on the Ground :
Dead or aſleep ? I ſee no Blood, no Wound :
Lyſander, if you live, good Sir awake.
Ty. And run thro? Fire I will for thy ſweet ſake.
5 [Making
Tranſparent Helen, Nature here ſhe vis Art,
That through thy Boſom makes me ſee thy Heart.
Where is Demetrius? Oh how fit a Word.
Is that vile Name, to periſh on my Sword:
Hel. Do not ſay ſo, Dyſarder, ſay not ſo;
What tho' he love your Hermia? Lord, what tho' *
Yet Hermia ſtill loves you; then be content,
Lyſ. Content with Hermia? No; I do repent
The tedious Minutes I with her have ſpenr ;
Not Hermia, but Helena now I love:
Who will not change a Raven for a Dove?
The Will of Man is by his Reaſon ſway'd,
And Reaſon ſays youare the worthier Maid,
Things growing are not ripe until their Seaſon
So I being young, till now not ripe to Reaſon,
And touching now the Point of humaa Skill,
Reaſon becomes the Marſhal to my Will,
And leads me to your Eyes, where I overlook
Loves's Stories, written in Love's richeſt Book.
Hel. Wherefore was TI to this keen Mockery born?
Whea at your Hands did I deſerve this Scorn ?
Is't not enough, ist not enough, young Man,
That I did never, no nor never can
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But you muſt flout my ee ee I
Good troth you do me wrong, good ſooth you do,
In ſuch diſdainful manner me to woo :
But fare you well. Perforce I muſt confeſs,
I thought you Lord of more true Gentleneſs :
Oh, that a Lady of one Man refus'd,
Should of another therefore be abus d. Exit.
Lyſ. She ſees not Hermia; Hermia ſleep thou there,
And never may'ſt thou come Lyſander near; |
For as a ſurfeit of the ſweeteſt Things,
The deepeſt loathing to a Stomach brings ;
Or as the Hereſies that Men do leave,
| Are hated moſt of thoſe they did deceive ;
So thou wy Surfeit and my Hereſie,
Of all be hated, but the moſt of me ;
And all my Powers, addreſs your Love and Might,
To honour Helen, and to be her Knight. [Exir.
Her. Help me, Lyſander, help me, do thy beſt
To pluck this crawling Serpent from my Breaſt :
Ay me, for Pity, what a Dream was here?
Lyſander look, how I do quake with fear;
Me-thought a. Serpent eat my Heart away,
And yet ſate ſmiling at his cruel Prey;
Lyſander | what remoy'd ? Lyſander, Lord!
What out of hearing, gone ? No ſound, no Word?
Alack where are you? Speak, and if you hear,
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Either Death or you i'll find immediately. [ Exi7.
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ACT IH SOTENMNT ET
Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout and Star-
veling. The Queen of Fairies lying aſleep.
Bor. RE we all met? |
Quin. Pat, par, and here's a marvellous
convenient Place for our Rehearſal. This green
Plot ſhall be our Stage, this Hauthorn-Brake our
Tyring-Houſe and we will do it in Action, as we
Will do it before the Duke. | Bot.
as 4 Midſummer-Night's Dream.
Bot. Peter Quince. 3
Quin. What ſay'ſt thou Bully Bottom?
Bor. There are Things in this Comedy of Pyramy;
and Thisby, that will never pleaſe. Firſt, Pryamus
muſt draw a Sword to kill himſelf, which the Ladies
cannot abide. How anſwer you that ?
Snout. Berlaken, a parlous Fear! |
Star. I believe we muſt leave the Killing out, when
all is done. | | 8
Bot. Not a whit, I have a Device to make all well;
write me a Prologue, and let the Prologue ſeem to
ſay, We will do no harm with our Swerds, and
that Pyramus is not kill'd indeed: and for the better
Aſſurance, tell them, that I Pyramus, am not Pyramss
but Bottom the Weaver; this will put them out of
fear. a | Eo pn,
Quin. Well, we will have ſuch a Prologue, and it
ſhall be written in Eight and Six.
Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in
Eight and Eight. | .
Snout. Will not the Ladies be afraid of the Lion?
Star. I fear it, I promiſe you. 5
Bor. Maſters, you ought to conſider with your ſelves
to bring in, God ſhield us, a Lion among Ladies, is
a moſt dreadful Thing: for there is not a more
fearful wild Fowl than your Lion living; and we
ought to look to it. | ; 5
Snout. Therefore another Prologue muſt tell he is
not a Lion.
Bot. Nay, you muſt name, his Name, and half his
Face muſt be ſeen through the Lion's Neck, and he
himſelf muſt ſpeak through, ſaying thus, or to the
ſame defe& ; Ladies, or fair Ladies, I would with
you, or I would requeſt you, or I would intreat
you, not to fear, not to tremble ; my Life for yours;
If you think I come hither as a Lion, it were pity of
my Life ; no, I am no ſuch thing, I am a Man as
other Men are? and there indeed let him name his
Name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the Joiner.
Quin. |
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ther thing, we muſt haye a Wall in the great Chamber.
every Mother's Son, and rehearſe your Parts, Iyramus
that Brake, and ſo every one according to his Cue.
Fo near the Cradle of the Fairy Queen ? | heres
What, a Play toward ? Ill be an Auditor;
So doth thy Breath, my deareſt Thfsby dear:
-A Midſummer-Night's Dream. 25
Quin. Well, it ſhall be ſo; but there is two hard Things,
that is, to bring the Moor-light- into a Chamber; for
you know Pyramus and Thisby meet by Moon-light. |
| oy: Doth the Moon ſhine that Night we play our
Play? | | |
8 Bt. A. Calendr, a Calender, look in the Almanack
find out Moon-ſhine, find out Moon- ſhine. ;
Quin. Yes, it doth ſhine that Night.
Bet. Why then may you leave a Caſement of the great
Chamber Window, where we play, open, and the Moon
may ſhine in at the Caſement, |
uin. Ay, or elſe. one mult come in with a Buſh of
da Lanthorn, and ſay he comes to disfigure,
or to preſent the Perſon of Moon-ſhine ; then there is ano-
for Pyramus and Th:sby, ſays the Story, did talk through
the Chink of a-Wall. : '
Snug. You can never bring in a Wall, What ſay you
Bottom, l : 1
Bot. Some Man or other muſt preſent Wall, and let
him have ſome Plaſter, or ſome Lome, or ſome Rouzh-
caſt about him, to ſignify Wall, or let him hold his Fin-
gers thus; ard through the Cranny ſhall Pyramus and
4hisby whiſper. 9, 15 k
Quin. If that may be, then all is well, Come, fit down
you begin; when you have ſpoken your Speech enter into
—
ö Enter Puck. : |
Puck. What hempen Home-ſpuns have we ſwaggering
An Actor too perhaps, if I ſee Cauſe,” _ 15
Quin. Speak Pyramus ; Thisby ſtand forth. '
yr. Thisby, the Flowers of odious Savour's ſwezt.
Luin. Odours, Odours, | |
Pyr. Odours favours ſweet,
But hark, a Voice! ſtay thou but here a while,
And by and by, I will to mw appear, [ Exit Pyr.
Puck,
26 A Midſummer-Night's Dream.
Puck. A ſtranger Pyramus than e er plaid here.
Thiſ. Muſt I {peak now? |
Quin. Ay marry muſt you; for you muſt underſtand
he goes but to ſee a Noiſe that he heard, and is to come
agair. |
Ti. Moſt radiant Pyramus, moſt lilly white of Hue,
Of Colour like the red Roſe on triumphant Bryer,
Moſt brisky Juvenile, and eke moſt lovely Jew, -
As true as trueſt Horſe, that yet would never tire,
Il meet thee Pyramus, at Ninnys Tomb. a
Luin, Ninus Tomb, Man; why you muſt not ſpeak
that yet; that you anſwer to Pyramus; you ſpeak all your
Part at once, Cues and all, Fyramus enter, your Cue is
paſt ; it is never tire. SIA |
Enter Pyramus.
Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, Iwere only thine. |
Cuin. O monſtrous! O ſtrange ! we are haunted ; pray
Maſters, fly Maſters, help. { The Clowns, Excunt.
Puck, I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a Round,
Through aBog,throughBuſh,throughBrake,throughBryer
Sometimesa Horſe I'll be, ſometimes a Hound,
A Hog, a headleſs Bear, ſometime a Fire,
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and rore, and burn,
Like Horſe, Hound, Hog, Bear, Fire, at every turn. Exit.
Enter Bottom with an Aſs Head. 1
Bot. Why do they run away? This is a Knavery of
them to make me afcard. 7
Enter Snowt.
thee ? ; Ae |
Bet. What do you ſee ? You ſee an Aſs-head of your
own, do you? | „ | t
Enter Quince. _
Quin. Bleſs thee Bottom, bleſs thee, thou art er.
| | alt,
Bet. I ſee their Knayery, this is to make an Aſs of me,
to tright me it they could; but I will not ſtir from this
lace, do what they can; I will walk up and dowmhere,
and I will ſing, that they ſhall hear J am net afraid.
The MWooſel Cock, ſo black of hue, 1
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151. O, as true as trueſt Horſe, that yet would never
tire. | | |
Snewt. O Bottom, thou art chang d; what do I ſee on
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With Orange-tawny Bill, |
The Throſtle with his Note ſo true,
The Wren and little Quill, |
Luecen, What Angel wakes me from my — ?
| Tue [Vakins,
Bot. The Finch, the Sparrow, and the Lark, *
The plain-ſong Cuckow gray. |
Whole Note full many a Man doth mark,
And dares not anſwer nay. |
For, indeed, who would ſet his Wit to ſo fooliſh a Bird?
g would give a Bird the Lye, tho' he cry Cuckow ne-
ver o? 1 | |
een, IT pray: thee, gentle Mortal, ſing again
Mix Ear A ma af. nary of thy N wi 5 :
On the firſt view to ſay, to ſwear love thee,
Sois mine Eye enthralled to thy Shape,
And thy fair Virtue's farce (perforce) doth move me.
Bot. Methinks, Miſtreſs, you ſhould have littleReaſon for
that: and yet, to ſay the Truth, Reaſon and Love keep
little Company together now-a-days. The more the pity,
that ſome honeſt Neighbours will not make them Friends,
Nay, I can gleek upon Occaſion.
Cueen. Thou art as Wiſe as thou art Beautiful.
Bot. Not ſo neither: but if I had Wit enough to get
| out ofthis Wood, I have enough to ſerve mine own turn.
Deen. Out of this Wood do not defire to gn,
Thou ſhalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
l am a Spirit of no common Rate;
CFFCCFCCCCCCC PHE, on os,
The Summer {11 doth tend upon my State,
And I do love thee; therefore go with me,
I'll give the Fairies to attend on thee ;
And they ſhall fetch thee Jewels from the Deep
And ſing, while thou on prefled Flowers doth ileep :
And I will purge thy mortal Groſneſs to,
| That thou ſhalt like an airy Spirit go.
7 Enter Peaſebloſſom, Cobweb, Moth, Muſtardſeed, and
four Fairies.
1 Fair. Ready.
2 Fair. And I.
| B 2 | 3 Fair.
28 A Midſummer-Night's Dream.
. 3 Fair. And |
4 Fair, And I, Where ſhall we go?
Cueen. Be kind and courteous to this Gentleman.
Hop in his Walks, and Gambole in his Eyes, T
Feed him with Apricocks and Dew berries, | *
Wich purple Grapes, green Figs, and Mulberries,
The Honey Bags ſteal from the bumble Bees, '; H
And for Night Tapers, crop their waxen Thigl.s, U
And light them at the fiery Glow-worm's Eyes,
To have my Love to Bed, and to ariſe: N
And pluck the Wings from painted Butterflies, W
To fan the Moon-beams from his ſleeping Eyes, A
Nod to him Elves, and do him Courtefies. 1
1 Fair. Hail Mortal, Hail.
2 Fair. Hail.
3 Fair. Hail. |
Bet, I cry your Worſhip's Mercy heartily, I beſeech
your Worſhip's Name. | | "oh
, Cob. Ccbweb. | EF | |
Bet. Iſhall deſire of you more Acquaintance, good Ma-
ſter Cobweb; if I cut my Finger, I thall make bold with
you, Your Name, honeſt Gentleman?
Peaſe Peaſebloſſom.
Bot. I pray you commend me to Miſtreſs Squaſh your
Mother, and to Maſter Peaſeced your Father, Good |
Maſter Peaſebloſſom I ſhall deſire of you more Acquaint-
ace too. Your Name; I beſeech you, Sir? 15
Ma ſ. Muſt ardſeed. =P
Bet. Good Maſter Muftardſeed, I know your Patience
well : That ſame cowardly Giant-like Ox-beef hath de-
vour'd many a Gentleman of your Houſe. I promiſe
you, your Kindred hath made my Eyes water ere now.
1 defire more of your Acquaintance, good Maſter M-
tardſeed. 1 f
Queen. Come wait upon him, lead him to my Bower.
The Moon, methinks, looks with a watery Eye,
And when ſhe weeps, weep every little Flower,
Lamenting ſome enforced Chaſtity. | ?
Tye up my Lover's Tongue, bring him ſilently. LExunt.
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Enter King of Fairies ſolus. |
Ob. I wonder if Titania be awak'd :
Then what it was that next came in her Eye,
Which ſhe muſt doat on in Extremity.
Enter Puck.
Here comes my Meſſenger : How now mad Spirit,
What Night-rule now about this haunted Grove?
Puck, My Miſtreſs with a Monſter is in Love.
Near to her cloſe and conſecrated Bower,
While ſhe was in her dull and fleeping Hour,
A crew of Patches, rude Mecharicals, |
That work for Bread upon Athenzan Stalls,
Were met together to rehearſe a Play,
Intended for great Th:feus' Nuptial Day.
The ſhallowelt thick Skin of that barren fort
M ho Pyramus preſented, in their Sport
Forſook bis Scene, and entred in a Brake,
When l did him at this Advantage take,
An Aſs's Nole I fixed on his Head,
Anon his Th:sby muſt be anſwered,
And forth my Mimick comes; When they him ſpy,
As wild Geele, that the creeping Fowler eye,
Or ruſſet - pated Choughs, manv in ſort,
' Riling and cawing at the Gun's Report,
| Sever themſelves, and madly ſweep the Sky;
So at his fight, away his Fellows fly,
And at our ſtamp here o'er and o'er one falls;
He Murder cries, and help from Athens calls.
Their Senſe thus weak, loſt with their Fears thus ſtrong,
Made ſenſeleſs things begin to do them wrong.
For Briars and Thorns at their Apparel ſnatch,
Some Sleeves, ſome Hats, from Vieſders all things catch.
I led them on in this diſtracted Fear,
And left ſweet Pyramus tranſlated there:
VM hen in that Moment (lo it came to pals)
Titania wak'd, and ſtraightway loy'd an Aſs.
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But haſt thou yet latch'd the Atbenians Eyes
With the Love Juice, as 5 did bid thee do?
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30 4 Midſummer-Nieht's Dream.
© Puck, I took him ſleeping; that is finiſh'd too;
Ard the Athenian Woman by his ſide,
That when he wak'd, of force ſhe muſt be ey'd.
Enter Demetrius and Hermia. |
Ob. Stand clole, this is the ſame Athenian.
Puck, This is the Woman, but not this the Man.
Dem. O why rebuke you him that loves you lo ?
Lay Breath ſo bitter on your bitter Foe.
Her. Now | but chide, but I ſhou'd uſe thee worſe ;
For thou, I fear, bas given me cauſe to curſe,
If thou haſt ſlain ander in his fleep. = |
Being o'er Shoes in Blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.
The Sun was not ſo true unto the Day
As he to me. Would he have ſtollen away
From ſleeping Her mia? Pl believe as ſoon
This whole Earth may be bor d, and that the Moon
May through the Center creep, and ſo diſpleaſe
Her Erother's Noon-tide, with th' Antipodes.
It cannot be but thou haſt murder'd him,
So ſhould a Murtherer look, ſo dead, fo grim. |
Dem. So ſhould the Murtherer look, and ſo ſhould J,
Piere'd through the Heart with your ſtern Cruelty ;
Yet you the Murtherer look as bright and clear
As yonder Venzs in her glimmering Sphere,
Her. M hat's this to my Lyſander? Where is he?
Ah good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
Dem. I'd rather give his Carkats to my Hounds.
Her. Out Dog, out Cur! thou driv'ſt me paſt the bourds
Ot Maiden s Fat ience. Haſt thou ſlain him then?
Henceforth be never numbred among Men,
Oh! once tell true, and even for my ſake,
Durſt thou have look d upon him, being awake ?
And haſt thou kill'd him ſleeping? O brave touch
Could not a Worm, an Adder do ſo much ?
An Adder did it, for with doubler Tongue
Than thine, thou Serpent, never Adder ſtung.
Dem. You ipend your Paſſion on a miſpriʒ d mood;
I am not guilty of Lyſanaer's Blood.
Nor is he dead for ought that ] can tell.
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Her. I pray thes tell me then that he is well.
Dem. And if I could, what ſhould I get therefore?
Her. A Privilege never to {ce me more;
And from thy hated Preſence part I. See me no more,
Whether he be dead or no. [ Ext,
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce Vein,
Here therefore for a while I will remain.
So Sorrow's heavineſs doth heavier grow;
For Deht that Bankrupt ſleep doth Sorrow owe,
Which now in ſome light meaſure it will pay,
If for his tender here I make {ome ſtay. Lies down,
Ob. What haſt thou done ? thou haſt miſtaken quite,
And laid thy Love-Juice on ſome true Loye's ſight;
Of thy Miſpriſion mult perforce enſue 3
Some true Love turn d, and not a falſe turn' d true.
Puck, Then Fate o'er- rules, that one Man holdirg Troth
A Million fail, confounding Oath on Oath. |
05. About the Wood go ſwifter than the Wind,
And Helena of Athens (ce. thou find.
All Faney-lick ſhe is, and pale of Cheer;
With ſighs of Love, that coſt the freth Blood dear;
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By ſome Illuſion ſee thou bring her here;
I'll charm his Eyes againſt the doth appear.
Puck, I go, I go, look how I go, |
Swifter than an Arrow from the Tartar's Bow, { Exzt.
Ob. Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Gup/4's Archery,
Sink in Apple ofhis Eye;
When his Love he doth eſpy,
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As the Cenus of the Sky.
When thou wak'ſt, if ſhe be by,
Beg of her for Remedy.
Enter Puck.
Puck, Captain of our Fairy-band,
Helena is here at Hand,
And the Youth miſtook by me,
Pleading fara Lover's Fee.
Shall we their fond Pageant fee. ?
Lord, what Fools theſe Mortals be
. 0b, Stand aſide: The Noiſe they make
Will cauſe Demetrius to awake, |
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Puck. Then will two at once woo one;
That muſt needs be Sport alone.
And thoſe things do beſt pleaſe me,
That befal prepoſterouſly,
Enter Lyſander and Helena. 3
Tyſ, Why ſhould you think that I ſhould woo in ſcorn?
Scorn and Deriſion never come in Tears.
Look when I vow, I weep, ard Vows fo born,
In their Nativity all Truth appears:
How can theſe thingsin me ſeem Scorn to you ?
Bearing the Badge of Faith to prove them true. Y
Hel. You do advance your cunning more and more,
When Truth kills Truth, O deviliſh holy Fray !
T hefe Vows are Hern ia s. Will you give her oer?
. Weigh Oath with Oath, and you will nothing weigh.
Your Vows to her and me, put in two Scales,
V ill even weigh, and both as light as Tales.
1yſc J had no Judgment when to her I ſwore,
Hel. Nor none, in my Mind, now you give her o'er.
Tyſ. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
Dem. | Awaking. |] O Helen, Goddeſs, Nympb, per-
fect, divine. Fa
To what, my Love, ſhall I compare thine Eyne?
Cryſtal is muddy; O how ripe in ſhow, ;
Thy Lips, thoſe kiffing Cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus Snow,
| Fanr'd with the Eaſtern Wind, turns to a Crow,
When thou holdſt up thy hand. O let me kils
This Princeſs of pure white, this ſeal of Blils.
Hel. O Spight, O Hell] I ſee you are all bent
To ſet againſt me, for your Merriment: :
If you were civil, and knew Courteſie,
You would not do me thus much Injury,
Can you not hate me, as | know you do.
But you muſt join in Souls to mock me too?
If you are Men, as Men you are in ſhow,
You would not ute a gentle Lady ſo:
To vow, and {wear, and ſuperpraiſe my Parts,
You both are Riyals, and love Hermias
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And now both Rivals to mock Helena.
A trim Exploit, a manly Enterpriſe,
To conjure Tears up in a poor Maid's Eyes,
With your Deriſion: None of Noble ſort
Wouid ſo offend a Virgin, and extort
A Poor Soul's Patience, all to make you ſport.
Lyſ. You are-unkind, Demetrius; be not ſo,
For you love Hermis ; this you know I know.
And here with all good will, with all my Heart,
In Hermza's Love I yield you up my Part;
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom Ido love, and will do to my Death,
Hel. Never did Mockers waſte more idle Breath.
Dem. Lyſander, keep my Hermza, I will none
Ife'er I loy'd her, all that Love is gone,
My Heart to her, but as Gueſt wiſe ſojourn'd,
And now to Helen it is home return d,
There to remain. | |
J. It is not ſo, | |
Lem. Diſparage net the Faith thou doſt not know,
Leſt to thy peril thou abide it dear.
Look where thy Love comes, yonderis thy Dear,
Ener Hermia.
Her. Dark Night that from the Eye his Function takes,
The Ear more quick of Apprehenſion makes. 1
M herein it deth impair the ſeeing Senſe,
It pays the hearing double Recompenſe.
1 hou art not by mine Eye, Tyſander found,
Nie Far, Ithank it, brought me to that Sound.
Put why unkindly didſt thou leave me ſo?
1 yſ. Why ſhould he ſtay, whom Love doth preſs to go?
Her. What Love could pre's Lyſander from my fide ?
1yf. LIyſander's Love, that would not let him bide;
Fai Helena, who more engilds the Night,
Than all yon fiery O's and Eyes of Light. :
hy feek'ſt thou me? could rot this make thee know,
4 be Hate I hear thee, made me leave thee lo ?
Her. You {peak not as you think: It earnot be.
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Hel. Lo, ſhe is one of this Confderacy :
Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three,
To faſhion this falſe Sport in ſpight of me.
Injurious Her mia, moſt ungrateful Maid, |
Have you conſpir'd, have you with theſe contriv'd
To bait me, with this foul Derifion ?
Is all the Counſel that we two have ſhar'd,
The Siſters Vows, the Hours that we have ſpent,
When we have chid the haſty footed Time,
For parting us: O! and is all forgot?
All Schoobdays Friendſhip, Childhood Innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial Gods, 4
Have with our. Needles, created both one Flower,
Bothon one Sampler, 1itting on one Cuſhion ;
Both warbling of one Song, both in one Key;
As if our Hands, our Sides, Voices, and Minds
Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
Like to a double Cherry, ſeeming parted,
But yet an Union in partition;
Two lovely Berries molded'on one Stem,
So with two ſeeming Bodies, but one Heart,
Two of the firſt Life, Coats in Heraldry,
Due but to one, and crowned with one Creſt.
And will you rend your ancient Love aſunder,
To join with Men in ſcorning your poor Friend?
It is not friendly, tis not maidenly; |
Our Sex as well as I may chide you for it,
Though I alone do find the Injury.
Her. I am amazed at your paſſionate Words
I ſcorn you not; it feems that you {corn me.
Hel. Have you not ſet Tyſander, as in ſcorn,
To follow me, and praiſe my Eyes and Face?
And made your other Love, Demetrius,
Who even but now did ſpurn me with his Foot,
To call me Goddeſs, Nymph, Divine, and Rare,
Precious,” Celeſtial? Wherefore ſpeaks he this
To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lyſander
Deny your Love, fo rich within his Soul,
And tender me, forſooth, Affection,
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Thy Threats have no more Strength than her weak praiſe,
But yet come not; you are a tame Man, go,
Or 1 will ſhake thee from me like a Serpent.
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What though I be not ſo in Grace as you, fl
So hung upon with Love, fo fortunate ? 1
But miterable moſt, to love unlov'd, |
This you ſhould pity rather than deſpiſe,
Her. I underſtand not what you mean by this,
Hel. Ay, do, perſevere, counterfeit ſad Looks, i
Make Mouths upon me when turn my Back, IJ
Wink each at other, hold the ſweet Jeſt up: |
This Sport well carried, ſhall! he chronicled.
If you have any Pity, Grace or Manners;
You would not make me ſuch an Argument:
But fare ye well, tis partly mine own Fault,
Which Death or Abſence ſoon ſhall remedy.
Tyſ. Stay, gentle Helena, hear my Excule
My Love, my Soul, fair Helena. | !
Hel. O Excellent!
Her. Sweet, do not ſcorn her ſo. | ö
Dem. If ſhe cannot entreat, I can compel. [
Tyſ. Thou canſt compel no more than the entreat.
Helen, I love thee, by my Life I do;
I ſwear by that which I will loſe for thee,
To prove him falſe that ſays I love thee not.
Dem. I ſay, I love thee more than he can do.
Lyſ. If thou ſay ſo, withdraw and prove it too,
Dem. Quick, come.
Her. Lyſander, whereto tends all this?
Iyſ. Away, you Ethzope.
Dem. No, no Sir, feem to break looſe ;
Take on as you would follow,
Ly ſ. Hang off thou Cat, thou Burre; vile thing let looſe,
Her. Why are you grown ſo rude
What Change is this, tweet Love?
Zyſ. Thy Love? Out tawny Tartar, out;
Out loathed Medicine; O hated Poyſon, hence.
Her. Do you not jeſt? | :
Hel. Ves tooth, and ſo do you.
Lyſ. Demetrius, I will keep my Word with thee,
Dem. I would I had your Bond; for perceiye,
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A weak Bond holds you; I'll not truſt your Word.
EJ. What, ſhould 1 hurt her, ſtrike her; kill her dead?
Although I hate her, I'll not harm her ſo. |
Her. What, can you do me greater harm than hate ?
Hate me! wherefore ? O me! what News, my Love?
Am not I Hermia ? are rot you Tyſander?
Jamas fair now, as I was ere-wWwhifſeca‚c.
Sinze Night youloy'd me; yet ſince Night you left me
V hy then you left me, O the Gods forbid?
In earneſt, ſhall Iſay ? TS
And never did deſire to ſee thee more,
Therefore be out of hope, of queſtion, of doubt,
Be certain, nothing truer; tis no Jeſt.
That I do hate thee, and love Helena. |
Hier. O me, you Jugler, you Canker-bloſſom,
You Thief of Love; what, — you come by Night,
Ard ſtolen my Love's Heart from him? *
Hel. Fine, i faith ! E e aut N
Have you. no Modeſty, no maiden Sbame,
No touch of Baſhfulneſs? What, will you tear
Irrpatient Anſwers from my gentle Tongue?
Fe, fie, you. Counterfeit, you Puppet, you. h
Her. Puppet! why ſo ? Ay, that ways go the Game.
Now I perceive that ſhe hath made compare |
Between our Statures ; ſhe hath urg'd her height,
And with her Perſonage, her tall Perſonage,
Her height, forfooth, ſhe hat h prevail'd with him.
And are you grown ſo high in his Eſteem,
Becauſe I am io dwarfiſh, and ſo low ? 2
How low am I, thou painted Maypole? Speak,
How low am I ? I am not yet ſo low,
But that my Nails can reach unto thine Eyes.
Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, Gentlemen,
Let her not hurt me, I was never curſt:
I have no Gift at all in Shrewiſhneſs;
I am a right Maid for my Cowardize !
Let her not ſtrike me, You perhaps may think,
Fecauſe ſhe's ſomething lower than my ſelf,
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Her. Lower! Hark again.
Hel. Good Hermia, do not be ſo bitter . me,
J evermore did love you, Hermia, |
Pid ever keep your Counels, never wrong 'd you,
Save that, in Love unto Demetrius,
I told him of your ſtealth into the Wood:
He follow'd you, for Love I follow'd him,
But he hath chid me hence, and threatned me
To ſtrike me, ſpurn me; nay to kill me tao:
And now, ſo you will let me quiet go,
To Athens will I bear my Folly bazk;
And follow you no further. Let me go.
You ſee how ſimple, and how fond 1 am,
Her. Mhy get you gone; who. is't that hinders you?
Hel. A fooliſh Heart, that I leave here behind.
Her. What, with Hſander?
Hel. With Demetrius.
Tf. Be not afraid, ſhe will not harm thee, Helena,
Dem. No, Sir, ſhe ſhall not, though you take her part,
Hel. Oh when ſhe's angry, ſhe is keen and ſhrewd,
She was a Vixen when ſhe went to School;
And though ſhe be but little ſhe is fierce.
Her, Little again? Nething but low and little?
Why will you ſuffer her to flout me thus?
Let me come to her
y 2h Get you gone, you Dwarf;
You M#nimus; of hindring Knot-gral made,
You Bead, you Acorn.
Dem. You are too officious
In her behalf that ſcorns your Services.
Let her alone, ſpeak not of Helena,
Take not her part: For if thou doſt intend
Never ſo little ſhew of Love to her,
Tho ſhalt abide it. .
ſ. Now ſhe holds me not,
Now follow if thou dar'it, to try whoſe Right
Of thine or mine is moſt in Helena.
Nam Follow ? Nay, I'll go with thee Cheek by Jowl.
Exit Lylander and Demet: ius.
Her. You Miſtreſs, all this Coylis long of you:
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Hel. I will not truſt you, I, |
Nor longer ſtay in your curſt Company.
Your Hands than mine are quicker for a Fray,
My Legs are longer though, to run away. [ Exeunt,
| | Enter Oberon and Puck. |
Ob. This is thy Negligence, till thou miſtak'ſt:
Or elſe committ'it thy Knaveries willingly.
Puck. Believe me, King of Shadows, I. miſtook,
Did not you tell-me I ſhould know: the Man,
By the Athenian Garments he hath on?
And ſo far blameleſs proves my Enterprize,
That I have nointed an Athenian's Eyes;
And fo far am J glad, it ſo did ſort,
As this their Jangling I eſteem a Sport.
Ob. Thou ſeeſt theſe Lovers ſeek a Place to fight;
Hie therefore, Robin, overcaſt the Night,
The Starry Welken cover thou anon
With drooping Frog, as black as Acberon.
And lead theſe teſty Rivals ſo aſtray
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lyſander ſometime frame thy Tongue,
Then ſtir Demetrius up with bitter Wrong;
And ſometime rail thou like Demetrius;
And from each other look thou lead them thus,
Till o'er their Brows Death connterfeiting Sleep
With leaden Legs and Batty Wings doth creep:
Then cruſh this Herb into 2 Eye,
Whoſe Liquor hath this virtuous Property,
To take from thence all Error, with its Might,
A nd make his Eye-balls rowl with wonted ſight
When they next wake, all this Derifion
Shall ſeem a Dream, and fruitleſs Viſion
And back to Athens ſhall the Lovers wend 5
With League whoſe date till Death ſhall never end.
W hiles I in this Affair do thee imploy, |
I'll to my Queen, and beg her Indian Boy;
And then I will her charmed Eye releaſe
From Monſters view, and all things ſhall be Peace.
Pucci. My Fairy Lord, this muſt be done with haſte,
For Night's ſwift Dragons cut the Clouds full faſt,
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At whoſe approach; Ghoſts wandring here and there,
Troop home to Church- yards; Damned Spirits all,
That in Croſs-ways and Floods have Burial,
Already in their wormy Beds are gone,
For fear leſt Day ſhould look their ſhames upon,
They wilfully exile themſelves from Light,
And mult for aye.confort with black-brow'd Night.
Ob. But we are ſpirits of another ſort,
I with the Morning-Light have oft made fport,
And like a Foreſter the Groves may tread 5
Even till the Eaſtern Gate all fiery red,
Opening on Neptune with fair hleſſed Beams,
Turns into yellow Gold his falt-green Streams.
But notwithſtanding haſte, make no delay;
We may effect this Buſineſs yet ere Day. | Exit Oberon.
Puck, Up and down, up and down, I will lead them
up and down: I am fear'd in Field and Town, Goblin,
lead them up and down.. Here comes one,
Enter Lyſander,
Tyſ. What art thou, proud Demetrius?
Speak thou now.
Puck, Here, Villain, drawn and ready, Where art thou ?
. Iwill be with thee ſtraight. |
Puck, Follow me then to plainer Ground,
: Enter Demetrius.
Dem. Lyſander, ſpeak again;
T hou Run-away, thou Coward, art thou fled?
Speak in ſome Buſh : Where doſt thou hide thy Head?
Puck. Thou Coward, art thou begging to the Stars,
Telling the Buſhes that thou look'ſt for Wars, |
And wilt not come? Come Recant, come thou Child,
Fl whip thee with a Rod, he is defil'd
That draws a Sword on thee.
Dem. Yea, art thou there? | | |
Puck. Follow my Voice, we'll try no Manhood here. Ex.
| Tyſ. He goes before me, and ſtill dares me on,
When I come where he calls me, then he's gone.
The Villain is much lighter heel' d than I:
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That fall'n am I in dark uneven way,
And here will reſt me. Come thou gentle Day: U Tyes down.
For it but once thou ſhew me thy gray Light,
I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this ſpight.
Ent r Puck and Demetrius. |
Puck. Ho, ho, ho, Coward why com'ſt thou not?
Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'ſt: For well I wot
Thou runn'ſt before me, ſhifting every place,
And dar'ſt not ſtand, nor look me in the Face.
here art thou? _
Puck. Come hither, I am here. _ 1
Dem. Nay then thou mock'ſt me; thou ſhalt buy this dear,
If ever I thy Face by Day- light ſee, |
Now go thy way: Faintneſs conſtraineth me
To meaſure out my length on this cold Bed,
By Day's approach look to be viſitet. ¶ Tyes d wp. ; ;
Hel. O weary Night, O long and tedious Night, =
Abate thy Hours; ſhine Comforts from the Zaſt, :
That I may back to Athens by Day-ltight, 1
From theſe that my poor Company deteſt,
And Sleep, that ſometimes fhuts up Sorrow's Eye,
Steal me a while from mine own Company, '[_ Sleeps»
Puck. Yet but three? come. one more, |
Two of both Kinds makes up four,
Here ſhe comes, curſt and ſad _
* Cupid is a kraviſh Lad.
Thus to make paor Females mad.
Euter Hermia. |
Hier. Never ſo weary, never ſo in in woe.
Bedabbled with the Dew, and torn with Briars,
I cap no further crawl, no further go;
My Legs can keep no Pace with my Deſires: *
Here will.I reſt me till the break of Day; cet
Heav'ns ſhield Zy/ander, if they mean a Fray. [Hes d wu.
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True Delight in the ſight of thy former lady's Eye,
And the Country Proverb known, |
That every Man ſhould take his own,
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The Man ſhall have his Mare again, and all be well.
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Queen. F NOme, ſit thee down upon this flowry Bed,
While I thy amiable. Cheeks do coy,
And ſtick Musk Roſes in thy ſleek-· ſmooth Head,
And kiſs thy fair large Ears, my gentle Joy.
Bet. IV here's Peaſebloſſom?
Peaſe. Ready. -
Bot. Scratch my Head, Peaſe bleſſom. Where's Monſieur
Cobwehb 7? | |
Cob. Ready. | |
Bet. Monſieur Cobweb, good Monſieur get your wea-
Pons in your Hand, and kill me a red hipt Humble-bze
on the top of a Thiſtle, and good Monſieur bring me
the Honey-bag. Do not fret ) ourſelf too much in the
Action, Monſieur; and good Monſieur have a care the
Honey-bag break not; 1 would be loth to have you
Ws os with a Honey-bag, Signior. Where's Mon-
ſieur Muſtardſeed?
Muſt. Ready. | 7
Bet. Give me your Newfe, Monſieur Maſtardſeed;
Pray you leave your Curtſie, good Monſieur.
Muſt, hat's your will!?
Bet. Nothing, good Monkeur, but to help Cava lero
Cobweb to ſeratch. I muſt to the Barber's, Monfieur,
for methinks I am maryellous hairy about the ow
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And I am ſuch a tender Aſs, if my Hair doth but tickle
me, I muſt ſcratch. |
1 Queen, What, wilt thou hear ſome Muſick, my ſweet
ove? | |
Bot, I have a reaſonable good Ear in Muſick, let us
haye the Tongs and the Bones.
| Muſick Tengs, Rural Muſick. _
Lucen. Or lay, ſweet Love, what thou deſir'ſt to eat.
Bet. Truly a Peck of Provender; i could munch your
good dry Oats. Methinks I have a great Deſire to a Bot-
tle of Hay: Good Hay, ſweet Hay hath no Fellow.
Queen. I have a venturous Fairy
That ſhall ſec k the Squirrels Hoard,
And fetch thee new Nuts. 1 5
Bet. I had rather have a handful or two of dried Peaſe.
But I pray you let none of your People ſtir me, I have
an Expoſition of Sleep come upon me.
Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my Arms;
Fairies be gone, and be always away: |
So doth the Woodbine the ſweet Hony- ſuckle
Gently entwiſt ; the female Ivy ſo
Enrings the barky Fingers of the Elm.
O how I love thee ! how I dete on thee!
Enter Puck.
0b. Welcome, good Robin;
Secſt thou this ſweer Sight? |
Her Dotage now I do begin to pity;
For meeting her of late behind the Wood,
Seeking fiweet Favours for this hateful Fool,
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her;
For ſhe his hairy Temples then had rounded
With Coronet of freſh and fragrant Flowers,
And that ſame Dew which ſometime on the Buds
Was wont to ſwell like round and orient Pearls,
Stood now within the pretty Flouriets Eyes,
Like Tears that did their own Ditgrace be wail.
When J had at my Pleaſure taunted her,
And ſhe in mild Terms begg'd my Patience,
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Which ſtraight ſhe gave me, and her Fairy ſent
To bear him to my Bower in Fairy Land
And now I have the Boy, I will undo
This hateful Imperfection of her Eyes:
And, gentie Puck, take this transformed Scalp
From off the Head of this Ath?nzan Swain;
That be awaking when the others do,
May all to Athens back again repair,
And think no more of this Night's Accidents,
But as the fierce Vexation of a Dream.
But firſt I will releaſe the Fairy Queen.
Be thou as thou waſt wont to be;
See as thou waſt wont to ſee:
Dian's Bud, or Cupid's Flower,
Hath ſuch Force and bleſſed power.
Now my Titania, wake you my ſweet Queen.
Luzen, My Oberon! what Viſions have I ſeen!
Methought-I was enamoured of an Aſs.
05. There lies your Love.
Leen. How came theſe Things to paſs?
Oh how mine Eyes do loath this Viſage now
O55. Silence a while; Robin take off his Head,
Titania, Muſick call, and ſtrike more dead
Iban common Sleep. Of all theſe fine the Senſe,
Lucen, Muſick, ho Muſick; ſuch as charmeth Sleep,
Muſick ftill,
Puck. When thou awak ſt, with thine own Fools Eyes i
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0b. Sound Muſick; come my. Queen, take hand with me.
And rock the Ground whereon theſe {leepers be. |
Now thou and I are new in Amity,
And will to Morrow Midnight ſolemnly |
Dance in Duke rheſeus Houſe triumphantly,
And blels it to all fair poſterity;
There ſhall theſe pairs of faithful Lovers be
Wedded with Theſeas all in ſollity.
Puck. Fair King attend and mark,
I do hear the Morning Lark. ſe,
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Ob. Then my Queen in Silence {ad,
Trip we after the Night's Shade;
We the Globe can compaſs ſoon,
Swifter than the wandering Moon.
Queen. Come my Lord, and in our Flight,
Tell me how it-came this Night,
That I ſleeping here was found, Sleepers ys ſtill.
With theſe Mortals on the Ground. MT Exeunt,
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Enter Theſeus, Egeus, Hippolita, and all his Train,
Theſ. Go one of you, find out the Foreſter, A
For now our Obſervation is perform'd;
And fince we have the vaward of the Day,
My Love ſhall hear the Muſick of my Hounds:
Uncouple in the Weſtern Valley, let them go,
Diſpatch I ſay, and find the Foreſter. 1
We will, fair Queen, up to the Mountain's Top,
And mark the Muſical Confuſion |
Of Hounds, and Eccho in conjunction.
Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
M hen in a Wood of Creet they bay'd the Bear
Vith Hounds of Sparta; never did I hear Ml
Such gallant Chiding. - For beſides the Groves, ;
] he Skies, the Fountains, every Region near, ;
Seem'd all one mutual Cry. I never heard 2
So Muſical a Diſcord, ſuch ſweet Thunder. :
Theſ. My Hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So flew'd, lo ſanded, and their Heads are hung
With Ears that ſweep away the Morning Dew;
Crook kneed, and Dew-lapt, like Theſſalian Bulls,
Slow in Purſuit, but match'd in Mouth like Bells,
Each under each. A Cry more tuneable
Was never hollow'd to, nor cheer'd with Horn,
In Creet, in:Sparta, nor in Theſſaly: . |
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Ege. My Lord, this is my Daughter here aſleep,
And this Tyſander, this Demetrius is, | =
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena ;
I wonder of their being here together, .
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The right of May, and hearing our Intent,
Came here in grace of our Solemnity.
But ipeak Egeus, is not this the Day 1
That Her mia ſhould give Aniwer of her Choice?
Ege. it is, my Lord. |
Theſ. Go bid,the Huntſmen wake them with their Horns,
Horns, and they wake. Shout within, they all ſtart ap.
| Theſ. Good Morrow Friends; Saint Valentine is paſts
Begin theſe Wood-birds but to couple now?
. Pardon, my Len.
The ſ. I pray you all ſtand up: _
I know you two are Rival Enemies.
How comes this gentle Concord in the Vorld,
That hatred is fo far from Jealouſie,
To fleep by Hate, and fear no Enmity ?
Ly. My Lord, I ſhall reply amazedly,
Half ſleep, half waking. But as yet, I ſwear,
T cannot truly lay how | came here:
But as | think, (for truly would I ſpeak)
And now I do bethink me, ſo it is;
| I came with Hermia hither. Our Intent
Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be
Without the peril of the Atheniau Law.
Ege. Enough, enough, my Lord, you have enough;
I beg the Law, the Law upan his Head :
They would haye ftoll'n away, they would, Demetrius,
Thereby to have defeated you and me, |
You of your Wife, and me of my Conſent;
Of my Conſent that the ſhould be your77ife, DEE
Dem. My Lord, fair Helen told me of their Stealth,
Of this their Purpoſe hither to the Food,
And | in Fury bither follow'd them,
Fair Helena in Fancy follow'd me: i
But, my good Lord, I wot not by what Power,
ut by ſome Power it is, my Love |
To Hermia, melted as the Snow, ary
Seems to me now as the Remembrance of an idle Gaude,
Which in my Childhood I did doat upon:
And all the Faith, the Virtue of my Heart,
The Object and the Pleaſure of mine Eye,
46 A Midſummer-Night's Dream.
Is only Helena. To her, my Lord,
Was | betruthed ere-I Hermia ſaw;
But like a ſickneſs did I loath this Food;
But as in Health come to my natural Taſte,
Now do I wiſh it, love it, long for it,
And will for evermore be true to it.
Tbeſ. Fair Lovers you are fortunately met;
Of this Diſcourſe we ſhall hear more anon.
Egeus, I will over- bear your Will, |
For in the Temple, by and by with us, &
Theſe Couples ſhall eternally be knit :
And for the Morning now is ſomething worn,
Our purpos'd Hunting ſhall be ſet aſide. |
Away with us to Athens, three and three,
We'll hold a Feaſt in great ſolemnity. : |
Come Hippolita. | [ Exe. Duke and Lords.
Dem. I heſe Things ſcem ſmall and undiſtinguiſnable,
Like far- off Mountains turned into Clouds. :
Her. Methinks I ſee theſe things with parted Eye,
When every thing ſeems double. 5
Hel. So methinks ©
And I have found Demetrius like a Jewel;
Mine own, and not mine own. |
Dem. It ſeems to me, |
That yet we ſleep, we dream. Do not you think
The Duke was here, and bid us follow him ?
Her. Yea, and my Father. |
Hel. And Hippolita. __ | >a
Lyſ. And he bid us follow to the Temple.
Dem. Why then weare awake; let's follow him,
And by the way let us recount our Dreams. ¶ Exeuni.
5 „ [ Bottom wakes.
Bot. When my Cue comes, call me, and I will an-
ſwer. My next is, Moſt fair Pyrumus — Hey
ho, Peter Cuince ! Flute the Bellows- mender! Sn:ut the
Tinker! Starveling God's my Lite! Stolen hence, and
left me aſleep. I have had a moſt rare Vifion. I had a
Dream paſt the Wit of Man to {ay what Deam it was:
Man is but an Aſs if he go about to expound this Dream.
Methought I was, there is no Man can tell what.
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Methought I was, and methought T had. But Man is
but a patch d Fool, it he will offer to ſay what methought
Thad. The Eye of Man bath not heard, the Ear of Man
hath not een; Man's Hand is not able to taſte, his
Tongue to- conceive, nor his Heart to report what my
Dream was. I will get Peter Luznce- to write a Ballad
of this Dream; it ſhall be call d Bottom's Dream, be-
cauſe it hath no Bottom? and I will ſing it in the latter
end of a Play before the Duke : Peradyenture, to make it
the more gracious, I thall ſing it at her Death. [ Exit.
Enter Quince, Flute, Snowt, and Starvelling.
Quin. Have you ſent to Bettom's Houle? Is be come
Home yet? : |
Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is tranſ-
ported. |
Flute, If he come not, then the Play is marrd. It goes
not forward, doth it? .
Nui n. It is not poſſible; you have not a Man in all
Athens able to diſcharge Pyramus but he.
Flute. No, he bath ſimply the beſt Wit of any Handy-
craft Man in Athens.
Quin, Yea, and the beſt Perſon too; and he is a very
Paramour for a ſweet Voice. |
Flute, You muſt ſay, Paragon; a Paramour is (God
bleſs us) a Thing of naught. | |
| Enter Snug.
Saug. Maſters, the Duke is coming from the Temple,
and there is two or three Lords and Ladies more marri-
ed; If our Sport had gone forward, we had all been made
Men. | | |
Flute. O ſweet Bully Bottem; thus hath heloſt Six-pence
a Day during his Life; he could not have ſcaped Six-pence
a Day; and the Duke had not given him Six-pence a Day
for Playing Z7yramus, ll be hang d: He would have de-
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Enter Bottom.
Bet. Where are theſe .ads? here are theſe Hearts?
Luin. Hotte m, O moſt couragiousDay : O molt hap-
Es Bet.
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Ect, Maſters I am to diſcourſe Wonders; but ask me
not w hat; for if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I
will tell you every thing as it fell out.
Lain, Let us hear, ſweet Better.
Bet. Not a Mord of me; all I will tell you, is that the
Duke bath dined. Get your Apparel together, good
Strings to your Beards, new Ribbons to your Pumps,
meet preſently at the Palace, every Man look o'er his
Part; for the ſhort and the long is, our Play is preferred;
In any caſe let This have clean Linnen; and let pot him
that plays the Lion pare his Nails, for they ſhall hang out
for the Lion's Claws; and moſt dear Acters, eat no
Onions, nor Garlick, for we arc to utter ſweet Breath;
and I do not doubt to bear them ſay, it is a ſweet Co-
medy. No more Words; away, go away. ¶¶Exeunt.
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eſeus, Hippolita, Egeus, and his Lords. |
s ſtrange my Tbeſeus: that tbeſe Lovers ſpeak of; ;
Tbe /. More ſtrange than true. I never may be-
Theſe Antick Fables, nor thelę Fairy Toys; (lieve Þ
Lovers and Madmen have ſuch ſeathing Brains,
Such ſhaping Phantaſies, that apprehend more
1 hen cool Keaſon ever comprehends. TT
T he Lunatick, the Lover, and the Poet.
Are of Imagination all compact:
One ſees more Devils than vaſt Hell can hold;
That is the Mad man. The Lover, all is frantick,
Sees Helen's Beauty in a Brow of Egypt.
The Poet's Eye in a fine Frenzy rowling,
—_Doth glance from Heav'n to Earth, from Earth to Heav'n : |
And as Imagination bodies forth.
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The Forms of Things unknown the Poet's Pen
Turns them to Shapes, and gives to Airy Nothing
A local Habitation, and a Name.
Such Trick hath ſtrong Imagination,
That it he would but apprehend ſome Joy,
It comprehends ſome Bringer of that Joy :
Or in the Night, imagining ſome Fear,
How eaſie is a Buſh ſuppos'd a Bear?
Hip. But all the Story of the Night told over,
And all their Minds transfigur'd ſo together,
More witneſleth than Fancies Images, |
And grows to ſomething of great Conſtancy;
But, howſoever, ſtrange and admirable.
Enter Lyſander. Demetrius, Hermia, and He lena.
Theſ. Here comes the Lovers, full of Joy and Mirth.
| Joy, gentle Friends, Joy and freſh Days of Love
Accompany your Hearts.
Lyſ. More than to us.
Wait on your Royal Walks, | your Board your Bed.
When I from Thebes _ laſt a Conqueror.
Theſ. Come now, what Masks, what Dances ſhall
we have. . i
To wear away this long Age of three Hours,
Between our afrer-ſupper and Bed-time ?
Where 1s our uſual Manager of Mirth ?
What Revels are in hand? Is there no Play
To eaſe the Anguilh of a torturing-Hour ?
Call Egeus. 5 |
Ege. Here, mighty Theſeus.
Ihbeſ. Say, what Abridgment have you for this
Evenin ? : x
What Mask? What Muſick? How ſhall we beguile
The lazy time if not with ſome Delight?
Ege. There is a Brief how many Sports are riſe
Make choice of which your Highneſs will ſee firſt.
Lyf. The Battel with the Centaurs, to be ſung ?
By an Athenian Eunuch, to the Harp.
Theſ. We'll none of that. That have I told my Love
In glory of my Kinſman Hercules. =
Lyſ. The Riot of the tipſie Bachanals,
Tearing the Thracian Singer in their Rage.
Thiſ. That is an old Device, and it was plaid
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Lyſ. The thrice three Muſes, mourning: for the
Learning late deceas'd in Beggary. _ Death of
Theſ. That is ſome Satyr keen and critical,
Nor ſorting with a Nuptial Ceremony:
Lyſ. A tedious brief Scene of young Framus,
And his Love Thisby ; very tragical Mirth.
Theſ. Merry and Tragical? Tedious and Brief ?
Thar is hot, Ice and wondrous ſtrange Snow. How |
Shall we find the Concord of this Diſcord ?
Ege. A pg there is, my Lord, ſome ten Words long
Which is as brief as I have known a Plays
Bur by ten Words, my Lord, is it too long,
Which makes it tedious: For in all the Play
There is not one Word apt, one Player fitted.
And Tragical my Noble Lord. it is
For Pyramus therein doth kill himſelf,
Which when I ſaw rehears'd, I muſt confeſs.
Made mine Eyes Water : but more merry Tears
The paſhon of loud Laughter never ned.
Theſ. What are they that do play it:
Ege. Hard handed Men, that work in Athens here,
Which never labour'd in their Minds till now;
And now have toiled their unbreath'd Memories
With this ſame Play againſt your Nuptials,
Theſ. And we will hear it.
Ege. No, my Noble Lord,
It is not for you. I have heard it over,
And it is nothing, nothing in the World,
Unleſs you can find Sport in their intents,
Extremely ſtretch'd, and conn'd with cruel Pain,
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Theſ. I will hear that Play :
For never any thing can be amiſs,
When Simpleneſ, and Duty tender it. |
Go bring them in, and take your Places, Ladies.
Hep. I love not to ſee Wretchedneſs e'rcharg'd,
And Duty in his Service periſhing.
Theſ. Why, gentle Sweat, you ſhall ſee no ſuch
as - | |
Hip. He ſays they can do nothing in this kind.
Theſ. The kinder we, to giye them Thanks for no-
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Our Sport ſhall be, to take what they miſtake,
And what poor Duty cannot do, noble reſpe&
Takes it in Might nat Merit. |
Where I have come great Clerk* have purpoſed
To greet me with premedirated Welcomes :
Where I have ſeen them ſhiver, and Took Pale,
Make Periods in the midſt of Sentences,
Throttle their practis'd Accent in their Fears,
And in concluſion, dumbly have broke off,
Not paying me a Welcome. Truſt me, Sweet,
Out of this Silence yet I pick'd a Welcome ?
And in the Modeſty of fearful Duty,
I read as much, as from the ratling Tongue
Of ſawcy and audacious Eloq uence.
Love therefore, and Tongue-ride' Simplicity,
In leaſt, ſpeak moſt, to my Capacity,
Ege. So pleaſe your Grace, the Prologue is addreſt.
' Theſ. Let him approach. Hor. Trum.
Enter Quince for the Prologue. |
Pro. If we offend, it is with dur good will.
That you ſhould think we come not to offend,
But with good will. To ſhew our fimple Skill,
That is the true beginning of our end.
Conſider then, we come but in deſpight.
We do not come as minding to content you,
Our true intent is. All for your Delight,
We are not here. That you ſhould here repent you,
The Actors are at hand; and by their Show,
You ſhall know all, that you are like to know. {
Theſ. This Fellow doth not ſtand upon this Points.
Lyſ. He hath rid his Prologue, like a rough Colt;
he knows not the ſtop. A good Moral, my Lord. It
is not enongh to ſpeak, but to ſpeak true. |
Hip. Indeed he hath play'd on his Prologue, like a
Child on the Recorder; a ſound, but not in goyern «
ment, | | |
Theſ. His Speech was like a tangled Chain; no- |
thing impair'd, but all diſorder'd. Who is the next? |
TO Tawyer with a Trumpet before them, |
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Enter Pyramus, and Thisby, Wall, Moon-ſhine, and
Pro. Gent les, perchance you wonder at this Show,
But wonder on, 'till Truth make all things plain.
This Man is EFyramus, if you would know;
This beauteous Lady, Thisby is certain.
This Man with Lime and Rough - caſt, doth preſent
Wall, the vile Wall, which did theſe Lovers ſunder:
And through Wall's Chink, poor Souls, they are
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To whiſper. At the which, let no Man wonder,
This Man with Lanthorn Dog, and Bufh of Thorn,
Preſenteth Moonefhine : For, if you will know,
By Moon-ſhine did theſe Lovers think no ſcorn
To meet at Muus Tomb, there, there to woo.
This grizly Beaſt, which Lion hight by Name,
The truſty Th/sby, coming firſt by Night,
Did ſcare away, or rather did affright:
And as ſhe fled, her Mantle ſhe did fall;
Which Lien vile with bloody Mouth did ſtain.
Anon comes Pyramus, ſweet Youth and tall,
And finds his gentle Thisby's Mantle ſlain:
Wherear, with Blade, with bloody blameful Blade,
He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody Breaſt,”
And Taisoy, tarrying in the Mulbery Shade,
His Dagger drew, and died For all the reſt,
Let Lion, Moon-ſhine, Wall, and Lovers twain,
At large diſcourſe, while here they do remain.
Exeunt all but Wall.
Teſ. J wonder if the Lion be to ſpeak.
Dem. No wonder, my Lord; one Lion may, when
many Aſſes do.
Wall, in this ſame Interlude it doth befal,
That I, one Snowt by name, preſent a Wall:
And ſuch a Wall, as I would have you think,
That had in it a crannied Hole or Chink,
Through which the Lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,
Did whiſper often very ſecretly:
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And this the Cranny is, right and ſiniſter.
Through which the fearful Lovers are to whiſper.
Zhe(. Would you deſire Lime and Hair to ſpeak
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Dein. It is the wittieſt Partition that ever I heard
diſcourſe, my Lord.
Theſ, Pyramus draws near the Wall: Silence.
| Enter Pyramus.
Pyr. O grim jflook'd Night O Night with hue fo
O Night, which ever art when Day is no: ! (black
O Night, O Night, alack, alack, alack,
I fear my Thisbys Promiſe is forgot.
And thou, O Wall, thou ſweet and lovely Wall,
That ſtands between her Father's Ground. and mine
Thou Wall, O Wall, O ſweer and lovely Wall,
Shew me thy Chink, to blink through with mineEyne
Thanks, courteous Wall: Fove ſhield thee well for
But what ſee I? No Thisby do I ſee. _, (has. -
O wicked Wall, through whom I ſee no Blifs,
Curſt be thy Stones for thus deceiving me. |
Thef. Wall, methinks; being ſenfible, ſhould
Curſe: again. Vb 5
Pyr. No in truth, Sir, he ſhould not. Deceiving me,
Is Thisby's cue : the is to enter, and JI am to ſpy
Her through the Wall. Vou ſhall ſee it will fall.
Enter Thisby. |
Tiif. O Wall fall often haft thou heard my Moans,
For parting my fair Hramus and me,
My cherry Lips has often kiſs'd thy Stones?
Thy S'ones with Lime and Hair knit up in thee.
Pyr. T hear a Voice; now will I to the Chink,
To ſpy and I'can ſee my 7h5by*s Face.
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Thif. My Love thou art, my Love; I think.
Pyr. Taink what thou wilt; Jam thy Lovers Grace
And like Limander am I truſty ſtill. 3
Thi ſ. And I like Helen, ill the Fates me kill.
Pyr. Not Shafalus to Procrus was ſo true.
Thiſ. As Shafalus to Procrut, Ito you,
Pyr. O kiſs me through the hole of this vile Wall.
280. 1 kiſs the Wall's hole, not your Lips at all.
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Pyr. Wilt thau at Ninny's Tomb meet me ſtraight-
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Thi, Tide Life, tide Death, I come without delay.
Wall. Thus have I Wall, my Part diſcharged ſo:
And being done thus Wall away doth go. FExir.
Thef. Now is the Moral down between the two
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Dem. No remedy, my Lord, when Walls are ſo
wilful, to hear without warning. A
Hip. This is the ſillieſt Stuff that Cer I hoard.
Theſ. The beſt in this kind are but Shadows, and
the worſt are no. worſe, if Imagination amendlthem.
| 2:4 It muſt be your, Imagination then, and not
eirs. .
—Toeſ. If we imagine no worſe of them than they of
themſelves, they may paſs for Excellent Men. Here
came two noble Beaſts in, a Man and a Lion.
1 Enter Lion and Moon-ſhine.
Lion. You Ladies, you whoſe ee fear
The ſmalleſt monſtrous Mouſe that Creeps on floor,
May now perchance both quake and tremble here,
When Lien rough in wildeſt Rage doth roar.
Then know that I, one Snug the Joiner, am
No Lion fell, nor elſe no Lion's Dam :
For if I ſhould as Lion come in Strife
Into this Pla ce, t were pity of my Life.
The ſ. A very gentle Beaſt and of a good Conſcience,
i oe The very beſt at a Beaſt, my Lord, that &'cr
aw. | ny |
Lyſ. This Lion is a very Fox for his Valour.
Theſ. True, and a Gooſe for his Diſcretion.
Dem. Not ſo, my Lord; for his Valour cannot carry
hie Diſcretion, and the Fox carries the Gooſe.
Teſ. His Diſcretion I am ſure cannot carry his
Valour ;- for the Gooſe carries not. the Fox, Ir is
well; Leave it to his Diſcretion, and let us hearken
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Moon. This Lanthorn doth the horned Moon pre-
Dem. He ſhould have worn Horns on his Head.
Theſ. He is no Creſcent,-and his Horns are inviſi-
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My ſelf the Man 1'th' Moon doth ſeem to be.
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The Man ſhould be put into the Laathorn: How js
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Dem. He dares not come there for the Candle;
For you fee it is already in Snuff.
Hip, T am weary of this Moon ; would he would
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_ Theſe, It appears by his fmall Light of Diſcretiou,
that he is in the Wane! but yet in courteſies in all
reaſon we. malt ſtay the time. | |
Ly/. Proceed Moon. Fr >
Moon. All that I that have to ſay, is to tell you,
that the Lanthora is the Moon; I, the Man in the
Moon; this Thorn Buſh, my Thorn Buſh; and this
Dog, my Dogs. md 223A gr 11d Got wo”
y, all theſe ſhould. be in the Lanthorn ;
Enter Thisby. - 0: bas
Tvif. This is old Ninny's Tomb; where is my Love?
HIM... [7he Lion roars, Thisby revs of.
Dem. Well roar'd Lion. |
Theſ. Well run Thishy.
Hip. Well ſhone Me.
Truly the Moon ſhines with a good grace.
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Dem, And then came Pyramus.
Lyf. And ſo the Lion yaniſh'd. L
Enter Pyramus. [Beams,
Pyr. Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy ſunny
T thank thee, Moon, for fhining now ſo bright :
For by thy gracious, goiden, glittering Streams,
I truſt to tafte.of trueſt Ta/sby's Sight.
Bur ſtay: O fpight ; but mark, poor Kuight,
What dreadfuldole is here? 2 Y
Eyes do you ſee ! How can it be!
O dainty Duck! O Dear!
Thy Mantle good; whatſtain'd with Blood!
Approach you Furies fell: 0
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O Fates! Come, come: Cut Thread and Thrum,
uail, cruſh, conclude, and quell.”
Theſ.. This Paſfion and the Death of a dear Friend:
Would go near to make a Man look ſad.
Hip. Beſhrew my Heart, but I pity the Man,
Pyr, O wherefore, Nature, didſt thou Lions fire? ? |
Since Lion wild hath here 'Deflour'd my Dear :
Which is --- No, no which was the faireſt Dame,
That liv'd, that loy'd, that lik d, that look'd with
Cheer.
Come Tears, confound: Out Sword, and wound
The Pap of Pyramus.
Ay, that left Pap, where Heart doth: hop 2 -
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus, |
Now am I dead, now am I fled, my Soul 5 is in che
Tongue loſe th) Ale Moon take thy flight, [Sky,
Now die, die, die, die, die.
Dem. NoDie, but an Ace for him ; for he is but one,
Dem. Leſs than an Ace, Man ; for he is dead; ;
he is nothing.
Theſ. With the help of a Surgeon he might recoyer, |
and prove an Aſs.
Hp. How chance the Moon-fbiie i is gone, before
Wialy comes back; and finds her Lover?
Enter Thisby.
Theſ.. She will find him by Star-light. 98
Here ihe comes; and her Paſſion ends "4 Play.
Hip. Methins ſhe ſhould” not uſe a long one 2M
ſuch a Pyramus : J hope ſhe will be brief.
Dem. A Moth will turn the Ballance, which. Zy
ramus, which Thisby is the better.
. She hath ſpied him already with thoſe ſweet
Dem. And thus ſhe means, videlicet. Eyes.
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Thiſ. Aſleep, m Love * 7 What D D ?
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Speak, ſ peak. Quite dumb! > Dead, dead? ? A A.Tomb |
Muſt cover thy ſweet Eyes.
Theſe lilly Lips, this cherry Noſe,
Theſe yellow Cow flip Cheeks
Are gone, are gone: Lovers make moan,
His Eyes were green as Teeks.
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A Mid nunc :- Nigli 's Dream. 57
O Siſters three, come, come to me,
With Hands as pale as Milk;
Lay them in gore, ſince you have fhore
With Sheers, this Thread of Silk,
Tongue not a Word : Come truſty Sword:
Come Blade, my Breaſt imbrue.: +
And fare wel Friends, thus Zhizby ends;
Adieu, adieu, adien. | |
Theſ. Moon-ſbine and Lion are left to bury the Dead.
Dem. Ay, and Wall too.
Bot. No, I aſſure you, the Wall is down that par-
ted their Fathers. W:1l it. pleaſe you to ſee thee Epi-
logue, or to hear a Bergomask Dance, between two
of our Company? | VR
. -
Theſ. No, Epilogue, I. pray you; for your Play
* no 3 . 3 5 for when the Play-
ers are all dead, there need none to be blam'd.
Marry, if he that writ it had play'd Pyramus, and
hung himſelf in 7hisby's Garter, it would have been
a fine Tragedy: And ſo it is truly, and very notab-
ly diſcharg'd. But come, your Burgomask; let your
Epilogue alone. IHrre a Dance of Clowns.
*
The Tron Tongue of Midnight hath told twelve,
Lovers, to Bed, "tis almoſt Fairy time.
I fear we ſhall out- ſleep the coming Morn,
As much as we this Night have over-watch'd,
This palpable groſs Play hath well beguil'd
The heavy Gaite of Night. Sweet Friends to Bed.
A Fortnight hold we: this Solemnity,
In nightly Revel, and new Jollity, [ Excun?.
| Enter Puck,
Puck. Now the hungry Lion roars,
And the Wolf beholds the Moon:
Whilſt the heavy Ploughmen ſnoars,
All with the weary Task fore-done.
Now the waſted Brands do glow,
Whilſt the Scri:ch-Owl ſcritching loud,
Puts the Wretch that lyes in Woe .
In Remembrance of a Shroud.
4
Now,
38 A Midfummer-Night's Dream,
Now it is the time of Night,
That the Graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his Spright. |
In the Church-way Paths to glide ;
And we Fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate's Team, |
From the Prefence of the Sun, 3
Following Darkneſs like a Dream, Th
Now are Frolick ; not a Mnuſe Th
Shall diſturb this hallowed Houſe. W]
T am fent with Broom before, | | An
To ſweep the Duſt behind the Door. No
Enter King and Queen of Fairies, with their Train. | Ge:
Ob. Through the Houſe give glimmering Light, fr
By the dead and drowſfie Fire, | | An
Every Elf and Fairy Spright, | Tf
Hop as light as Bird from Briar, No
And this Ditty after me ! Wi
Sing, and Dance it trippingly. Fl
Queen. Firſt rehearſe this Song by roat, 80
To each Word a warbling Note. Gi
Hand in Hand, with Fairy Grace, An
Will we fing and bleſs this Place.
The SONG.
Now until the break of Day,
Through this Houſe each Fairy ſtray,
To the beſt Bride-bed will we,
Which by us ſhall Bleſſed be:
And the Iſſue there create,
Fver ſhall be Foxtunate ;
So ſhall all the Couples three,
Ever true in loving be:
And the Blots in Nature's Hand
Shall not in their Iſſue ſtand ; ©
Never Mole, Hare-lip, nor Scar,
Nor Mark Prodigious, ſuch as are
Deſpiſed in Nativity, |
Shall upon their Children be.
With this Field-Dew couſecrate,
Every Fairy take his Gate, And
*
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you Pardon, we will mend.
And as I am honeſt Puck, |
Now to ſcape the Serpent's Tongue,
We will make Amends ere long:
* Elſe the Puck a Liar call.
A Midſummer-Nights Dream. 11
And each ſeveral Chamber bleſs,
Through this Palace with ſweet Peace.
Ever ſhall ix Safely reſt,
And the Owner of it bleſt. i
Trip away, make no ſtay ; |
Meet me all by break of Day.
Puck. If we. Shadows, have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but Slumbred here,
While theſe Viſions did appear.
And this weak and idle Theam,
No more yielding but a Dream,
If we have unearned Luck,
So good Night unto you all. |
Give me your Hands, if we be Friends,
And Robin ſhall reſtore Amends. „„
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